Red Mountain Ranch

He sits in the kitchen in the early evening light With a poster on the wall about the garden of life She brings bread to the table and sits down at his side After forty years he still touches her as if she were a bride On Red Mountain Ranch The red dirt fills your clothes You go to sleep with the setting sun And rise when the rooster crows On hot summer days, feedback ringing through the trees There's songs of life and freedom, kids playing in the creek He's a potter and a dreamer, he's a builder and a sage She's his roots and his direction, his partner on the stage On Red Mountain Ranch The red dirt fills your clothes You go to sleep with the setting sun And rise when the rooster crows There's sheep and cows and chickens, fat cats running loose A dog hanging 'round the house, a pony named Hay-soos Rattlesnake alliance, mourning doves and hawks Stars that fill the night sky and castles made of rocks On Red Mountain Ranch The red dirt fills your clothes You go to sleep with the setting sun And rise when the rooster crows It's written on their faces like the truth carved on a stone A love for all god's children, the growing and the grown Smiles that take you in, food that feeds the heart Words that reach to hold you when the miles keep you apart On Red Mountain Ranch The red dirt fills your clothes You go to sleep with the setting sun And rise when the rooster crows