Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Night Hawk, artist - Michael Martin Murphey. Album song Cowboy Songs IV: Rangeland Rebel, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 13.07.1998
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Night Hawk |
I’m up tonight in the pinnacles bold |
Where the rim towers high |
Where the air is clear and the wind blows cold |
And there’s only the horses and I |
And the valley swims like a silver sea |
In the light of the big full moon |
Strong and clear there comes to me |
The lilt of the first guard’s tune |
I’ve travelled better than half my trail |
I’m well down the further slope |
I’ve seen my dreams and ambitions fail |
And memory replaces hope |
It must be true cause I’ve heard it say |
That only the good die young |
And tough old cusses like me ain’t dead |
We stay till the last dog’s hung |
But I’ve lived my life and I took my chance |
Regardless of law of vow |
I played the game and I’ve had my dance |
And I’m paying the fiddler now |
How the boys called me the old night hawk |
And them paying the fiddler now |
It’s later now, the guard has changed |
One voice is clear and strong |
He’s singing a song of the old time range |
I always did like that song |
It takes me back to when I was young |
And the memories run through my head |
Of the times I’ve heard that old song sung |
By voices now long dead |
I used to shrink when I thought of the past |
Some of the things that I’ve known |
I took to drink but now at last |
I’d far rather be alone |
It’s strange how quick a night goes by |
When you live in the days of old |
Up here there’s only the horses and I |
Up in the Pinnacles Bold |
But I’ve lived my life and I took my chance |
Regardless of law of vow |
I played the game and I’ve had my dance |
And I’m paying the fiddler now |
How the boys called me the old night hawk |
I’m paying the fiddler now |
There in the East is the morning star |
Shines with a fiery glow |
Till it looks like the end of a big cigar |
Ain’t got too far to go |
Just like the cowboys that make a flash |
But they don’t stand much of the run |
They always bust in with a sweep and the dash |
When most of the work is done |
Well, I can see the East is getting grey |
And I’ll gather the horses soon |
And faint from the valley far away |
Comes the drone of the last guards tune |
Yes life is just like the night herd song |
As the years they come and they go |
You start with a swing that’s free and strong |
But you finish up tired and slow |
But I’ve lived my life and I took my chance |
Regardless of law of vow |
I played the game and I’ve had my dance |
And I’m paying the fiddler now |
How the boys called me the old night hawk |
And I’m paying the fiddler now |