every day along about evening when the sunlight s beginning to pale i ride through the slumbering shadows along the navajo trail when it s night and crickets are callin and coyotes are makin a wail i dream by a smoldering fire along the navajo trail i love to lie and listen to the music when the wind is strummin a sagebrush guitar when over yonder hill the moon is climbin it always finds me wishin on a star well what a ya know it s mornin already there s the dawnin so silver and pale it s time to climb into my saddle and ride the navajo trail i love to lie and listen to the music when the wind is strummin a sagebrush guitar when over yonder hill the moon is climbin it always finds me wishin on a star well what a ya know it s mornin already there s the dawnin so silver and pale it s time to climb into my saddle and ride the navajo trail ride the navajo trail ride the navajo trail