Every day along about evening When the sunlight's begining to fail I ride through the slumbering shadows Along the Navajo Trail When it's twilight and crickets are calling And coyotes are making a wail I dream by a smoldering fire Along the Navajo Trail I love to lie and to the music When the wind is strumming a sagebrush guitar When over yonder hill the moon is climbing It always finds me wishing on a star Well what do you know it's morning already There's the dawning so silver and pale It's time to climb into my saddle And ride the Navajo Trail When it's twilight and crickets are calling And coyotes are making a wail I dream by a smoldering fire Along the Navajo Trail