~ Rolling Hills ~

Rolling hills, purple sage
And a big yellow moon in the sky
Riding down the trail, where the coyotes cry.

All alone, in the night
With the stars up above shining bright
Riding down the trail 'neath the heavenly light.

Coyotes keep singing their lullaby
Ooooooooooooo
Can't help but dreaming of days gone by
Get a lonely feeling when you're blue.

Rolling hills, purple sage
And a big yellow moon in the sky
Riding down the trail, where the coyotes cry.