(Stewart McDougall - David Wilkie)

I'd been riding fence all day
Way up on the summer range
Found a place to make my bed
As the evening shadows spread.

Beyond the campfire light
Through the stillness of the night
Came the call of a coyote choir
And the song of the wind in the wire.

As it strummed the rusted strings
It sang of long forgotten things
Many moons and many suns of the real Americans
When the arrow and the bow
Stopped the reigns of buffalo
And call of the coyote choir
And you know the song of the wind in the wire.

--- Instrumental ---

As the ghostly balladeer
Hypnotized me I could hear
Bugle calls and battle cries,
Broken promises and lies.

The spirits of the plain
Still sing their sad refrain
And the call of the coyote choir
And the song of the wind in the wire.

Spirits of the plain
Still sing their sad refrain
And the call of the coyote choir
And the song of the wind in the wire...