Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Utah Carroll, artist - Arlo Guthrie. Album song Son of the Wind, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 11.10.2010
Record label: Rising Son
Song language: English
Utah Carroll |
So you ask me my kind friend |
Why I am sad and still |
And why my brow is darkened |
Like the clouds upon the hill |
Rein in your ponies closer |
And I’ll tell you all a tale |
Of Utah Carroll, partner |
And his last ride on the trail |
In a grave without a headstone |
Without a date or name |
My partner lies there silent |
In the land from which I came |
Long ago we rode together |
We’d ridden side by side |
I loved him like a brother |
And I wept when Utah died |
While riding up one morning |
And our work was almost done |
The cattle quickly started |
On a wild and maddening run |
The boss’s little daughter |
Who was riding on that side |
Rushed in to stop the stampede |
It was there my partner died |
Lenore upon her pony |
Tried to turn the cattle right |
But her blanket slipped beneath her |
And she caught and held on tight |
When we all saw that red blanket |
Each cowboy held his breath |
For should her pony fail her |
None could save the girl from death |
When the cattle saw the blanket |
Almost dragging on the ground |
They were maddened in a moment |
And they charged with deafening sound |
The girl soon saw her danger |
And she turned her pony’s face |
And bending in her saddle |
Tried the blanket to replace |
Just then she lost her balance |
In the front of that wild tide |
Carroll’s voice controlled the round up |
«Lie still, Lenore» he cried |
And then close up beside her |
Came Utah riding fast |
But little did the poor boy know |
The ride would be his last |
Full often from the saddle |
He had caught the trailing rope |
To pick her up at full speed |
Was now his only hope |
He swung low from his saddle |
To take her to his arm |
We thought that he’d succeeded |
That the girl was safe from harm |
But such a strain upon his saddle |
Had ne’er been put before |
And the cinches gave beneath him |
And he fell beside Lenore |
When the girl fell from her saddle |
She had dragged the blanket down |
It lay there close beside them |
Where they lay upon the ground |
Utah took the blanket |
And to Lenore he said |
«Lie still» and quickly running |
Waved the red thing o’er his head |
He turned the maddened cattle |
From Lenore, his little friend |
And as the mighty herd rushed toward him |
He turned to met his end |
And as the herd came on him |
His weapon quickly drew |
He was bound to die defended |
As all brave cowboys do |
The weapon flashed like lightning |
And it sounded loud and clear |
As the cattle rushed and killed him |
He dropped the leading steer |
When I broke through that wide circle |
To where poor Utah lay |
With a thousand wounds and bruises |
His life blood ebbed away |
I knelt down close beside him |
And I knew that all was o’er |
As I heard him faintly whisper |
«Good-bye, my sweet Lenore» |
Next morning at the churchyard |
I heard the preacher say |
«Don't think our kind friend Utah |
Was lost on that great day |
He was a much-loved cowboy |
And not afraid to die |
And we’ll meet him at the round up |
On the plains beyond the sky" |
So you ask me my kind friend |
Why I am sad and still |
And why my brow is darkened |
Like the clouds upon the hill |
Rein in your ponies closer |
And I’ll tell you all a tale |
Of Utah Carroll, partner |
And his last ride on the trail |