WHO'S THAT CALLING SO SWEET?
THE herds are gathered in from plain and hill,
Who's that a-calling?
The boys are sleeping and the boys are still,
Who's that a-calling?
'Twas the wind a-sighing in the prairie grass,
Who's that a-calling?
Or wild birds singing overhead as they pass.
Who's that a-calling?
Making heart and pulse to beat.
No, no, it wasn't earthly sound I heard,
Who's that a-calling?
It was no sigh of breeze or song of bird,
Who's that a-calling?
For the tone I heard was softer far than these,
that a-calling?
'Twas loved ones' voices from far off across the seas
Deveen.
SONG OF THE CATTLE TRAIL
THE dust hangs thick upon the trail
And the horns and the hoofs are clashing,
While off at the side through the chaparral
The men and the strays go crashing;
But in right good cheer the cowboy sings,
For the work of the fall is ending,
And then it's ride for the old home ranch
Where a maid love's light is tending.
Then it's crack! crack! crack!
On the beef steer's back,
And it's run, you slow-foot devil;
For I'm soon to turn back where through the black
Love's lamp gleams along the level.
He's trailed them far o'er the trackless range,
Has this knight of the saddle leather;
He has risked his life in the mad stampede,
And has breasted all kinds of weather.
But now is the end of the trail in sight,
And the hours on wings are sliding;
For it's back to the home and the only girl
When the foreman O K's the option.