Basket Landing: Music
Short Grass
(Basket Landing)
2004-09-15
Sung by Basket Landing on My Old Mountain Home
The sun burns the snow high on the mountains,
It runs and it grows as it falls,
Silt and soil, down it boils,
Down to the valley the gold river flows, to the plains.
The range land lies high up from the river,
The cool leaves are dry where the short grass grows,
Fields of hay, cottonwood shade,
Green patch of home through the high dusty land, the river flows.
Early evening light, boys practice roving,
The day fades away, the night rolls on,
Lives of pride, men who ride,
They keep the old skills that came up the trail, from Mexico.
The long river winds through green years and dry years,
Brand them in the spring, ship them in the fall,
A new colt foaled, the mare grows old,
Cycle of changes in this changeless land,
Where the short grass grows,
In this changeless land where the short grass grows.