ABIDE                                           Almeda Terry @ 2010
The prairie surface seems alive; The wind's out of the west.
The grass, in cadence like a dance, keeps rhythm without rest.
A lonely tune I hear it sing; a longing in my heart it brings
For when I rode those range lands far and wide.
Those days of old are memories now, cobwebs in my mind.
They weave a web of tales to tell, a history that binds     CHORUS
My cowboy life to days long past.                                               Abide with me, I have a tale to tell,
My mind drifts back to hold them fast.                                                     Abide with me, listen well.
I must not loose them with the changing tide.                                     I am old and past my glory,
For now I'm old and in my chair I rock upon a porch.                          But my life is worth a story.
Come listen to my story. Will you know my burning torch?                                 Take time, Abide.
For I may not be with you long. My western way and cowboy song
Will cross o'er with me to the other side.
I know you're rushed. Your days are full with all there is to do.
I know it's hard to take the time, but let  me share with you
A life from which there's much to learn; more than in an hour you'd earn,
Come listen, with this old cowboy, abide.


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