On my blanket I was lyin', 
Too tired to lift my head. 
And the long, hot day was dyin', 
And I wished I was dead. 
From the west the gold was driven, 
And I watched the death of day. 
And the distant stars in heaven, 
Seemed to draw my heart away. 
Those western stars at the death of day, 
Those western stars draw my heart away. 
INSTRUMENTAL (repeat x3)