In the quiet of the prairie's embrace,

Underneath the vast sky's grace,

I ride these plains with a heart that strays,

For the rancher's daughter, my soul's blaze.\

Her laughter, a melody in the wind's song,

Her eyes, a canvas where stars belong,

Yet she's the heiress of this homestead's reign,

While I'm but a cowboy, just dust and grain.\

Through dust storms and dawn's golden hue,

I wrangle steeds, skies endless and true,

But each lasso thrown, each calf I brand,

Echoes the yearning, my heart's demand.\

I dream of two-stepping beneath moonlit beams,

With her by my side in my wildest dreams,

Yet the rancher's decree is a fence too high,

For a love like ours to ever reach the sky.\

So, I'll ride the range, my heart on the roam,

Holding her in thoughts, my cherished home,

For in this vast land, 'neath the starry host,

My love for her remains, a cowboy's utmost boast.