Billy Gray
(Norman Blake)
Billy Gray rode into Gantry, back in
eightythree,
There he did meet young Sarah McLane
This wild rose of morning, pale flower of dawning,
Hurled a springtime into Billy's life that day.
Sarah she could not see the daylight
of reality.
In her young eyes Billy bore not a flaw.
Knowing not her chosen one, he was a hired gun,
Wanted in Kansas City by the law.
"True love knows no season, no
rhyme nor reason,
Justice is cold as the Granger county clay."
Then one day a tall man, came riding
from 'cross the bad lands,
That lie to the north of New Mexico.
He was overheard to say he was lookin' for Billy Gray,
A wanted man and a dangerous outlaw.
Well, the news it came creeping to
Billy while sleeping,
There in the Clarendon Bar and Hotel.
He ran to the old church, that lies on the outskirts,
Thinking he'd hide in the old steeple bell
But a fifleball came flying, face down
he lay dying,
There in the dust of the road where he lay,
Sarah ran to him, she was cursing the lawman,
The poor girl knew no reason, except that he'd been killed
instumental part
Sarah still lives in that same white
frame house
Where she first met Billy some forty years ago.
But the wild rose of morning has faded with the dawning
Of each day of sorrow the long years have sown.
And written on the stone where the
dusty winds have long blown,
Eighteen words to a passing world say
"True love knows no season, no
rhyme nor reason,
Justice is cold as the Granger county clay." |