Across the Border

Pony Express

He leaves the room not looking back
His spurs are in his hand
The dawn is soon it’s time to mount
And head off down the track

It’s getting harder every trip
To leave a welcoming bed
But memories of his last night
Will warm the days ahead

From Atlantic to Pacific
From the Rockies to the Plains
The horse with wings will ride the wind
No holding back the reins

The stable doors are open
His horse is set to ride
His saddle bags are loaded
With messages inside

The open plains are waiting
The valleys and the peaks
The rivers running through them
Where no man dares to speak

From Atlantic to Pacific
from the Rockies to the Plains
The horse with wings will ride the wind
No holding back the reins

The long coat tucked up to his chin
Can’t halt the driving rain
The brow of his hat already soaked
To match his horse’s mane

For six long hours he rode the track
Without a thought of rest
The next horse should be ready
On his journey to the West

From Atlantic to Pacific
From the Rockies to the Plains
The horse with wings will ride the wind
No holding back the reins

A second horse and then a third
The heat and dust explode
The willingness of man and beast
To free their precious load

Another town another bed
With sunsets in the West
Another lady to be loved
To comfort and desert

From Atlantic to Pacific
From the Rockies to the Plains
The horse with wings will ride the wind
No holding back the reins

(Jameson/Rowley)