She Left This World

The quiet night is wider than the sky

The campfire embers softly fade and die

She closed her eyes beneath the mountain pass

And left this world upon the summer grass

She left this world with her head in my hands (ahhh) No

compass left to guide across these lands

Only the wind to whisper through the trees

Only the cold and bitter evening breeze

I buried memories

beside the stream

And woke up lonely

from a golden dream

The saddle is empty

and the trail is long

With only a quiet,

lonesome canyon song

She left this world... (mmmmm)