Collected by Parler and O'Bryant at Wild Cherry, Ark
Mr. Al Bittick Winkelman, Arizona September 3, 1958
Reel 459, Item 4
As I crossed over the mountains,
I gazed on a cowboy in snow,
His horse had drifted far from him And had left him with no place to go,
As I rode the trail up near him,
And gazed on his snow-covered face,
My heart it did ache for I'd rached him too late The soul of my comrade had fled.
But a trail led him riding green pastures,
When the cold North winds they are blowing,
Let him ride his first on that heavenly sod
For his work here to be done has been done.
This letter was written to someone,
Who would find his remains in the spring,
"Mother mine, I will meet you in heaven,
But never on this earth again.
If a cowboy should bring you this message,
Treat him as you would your son,
Many words been spoken, and this letters a token For someone will carry it on."
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