My Lover, Adorned
South I have fled and given my all, for my young lover's heart I did fall,
I'm not a man, just a lowly cowhand, doing what any man would do.
Though dark grows the thunder no lighting begins, for my young lover no blessings did win,
I'm just a man with all but a plan, with all but a plan, doin' what any man would do.
There lies my lover, adorned, beside her the horned moon
The west chills blow in and my heart it does show, clouds turn to aching and my rain into snow,
her eyes does my likeness her flesh does my hand.
If I had my way I would saddle the sky, and on up to Heaven with my lover would ride,
but I'm not a man, just a lowly cowhand, doin' what any man would do.