Palomino Days - Michael Martin Murphey

Now the fire is burning low

And glowing red and gold

September images remembered

Keep out rain and cold

We rode across the Rainbow Range

Through fallow fields of hay

Your hair was gold

The leaves were gold in

Palomino days

And everything was golden then

There was gold dust in the streams

Golden horses, river courses were swift

Like fading dreams

And we were running down the sun

Through yellow Aspen glades

We rode our golden ponies through those

Palomino days

Amber skies, topaz eyes

And eagles' on the wing

Reflected in your eyes when I

Gave you a shining ring

The sun flashed on my golden spurs

Through autumn’s tawny rays

Oh, what I’d give once more to live those

Palomino days

And everything was golden then

There was gold dust in the streams

Golden horses, river courses were swift

Like fading dreams

And we were running down the sun

Through yellow Aspen glades

We rode our golden ponies through those

Palomino days

What I’d give once more to live those

Palomino days