Winds Of Wyoming
Winds blow cold, unlike a gentle breeze,
Blow, wild winds, and whistle through the trees.
Winds blow long, unlike a sudden squall,
Blow then, winds of winter, winds of fall.
Song of homeland, angels of my flight!
Windswept sage, in winter's ruthless surge,
Lowing cattle, chanting low their dirge.
Windswept sage, along the dusty trail,
Wand'ring tumbleweeds, gaunt hulls that sail.