There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range. His horse and his cattle are his only companions.. He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons, waiting for summer, his pastures to change..
Something in the way she moves, or looks my way, or calls my name*. That seems to leave this troubled world behind.. And if I'm feeling down and blue or troubled by some foolish game,.
Sounds of laughter, here comes sunshine, smiling faces all around.. They possess you, bless you, sunshine, now you can never let them down, I say sunshine..