Snowin On Raton

by Townes Van Zandt

When the wind don't blow in Amarillo

and the moon along the Gunnison don't rise

shall I cast my dreams upon your love, babe

and lie beneath the laughter of your eyes

It's snowin' on Raton

come morning I'll be through them hills and gone

mother thinks the road is long and lonely

little brother thinks the road is straight and fine

little darling thinks the road is soft and lovely

I'm thankful that old road is a friend of mine

Bid the years good-bye you cannot still them

you cannot turn the circles of the sun

you cannot count the miles until you feel them

and you cannot hold a lover that is gone

Tomorrow the mountains will be sleeping

Silently the blanket green and blue

all that I shall hear the silence they are keeping

I'll bring all their promises to you