Lyrics Short Grass - Ian & Sylvia

Short Grass

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 valleys
The gold river rolls
To the plains
The rangeland lies high
Up from the river
The coolies are dry
Where the short grass grows
Fields of hay
Cottonwood shade
Green patch of home
Through the high dusty lands
The river flows
Early evening light
Boys practice roping
The days fades away
The night rolls on
Lives of pride
Men who ride
They keep the old skill
That came up the trail from Mexico
The long river rides
Through green years and dry years
Grab em in the spring
Ship em in the fall
The new foal grows
The mare grows old
Cycle of changes of changes
In this changeless land
Where the short grass grows
In this changeless land
Where the short grass grows