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SAGEBRUSH SERENADE

Music by Willis Lamm, lyrics by Harold Miller © 2005 
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The morning dawn is breaking,
my poor ol heart is aching,
my trembling hand is shaking.
And my hole card has been played.

The sound of horse hooves fallin,
a coyote’s yippy calling,
the hungry calves a bawlin,
compose a sagebrush serenade 

As I round up the cattle,
I fight the memory battle.
I sit tall in the saddle 
and pretend to have it made.

The morning sun a’glowing,
the river softly flowing,
and a gentle breeze a’blowing
compose a sagebrush serenade.

Chorus:
  Hearts, they can always change.
  you've found yourself a new range.
  The spark of love you kindled in me
  Has long since burst into a flame.

  Then you left me Monday morning
  without a word of warning.
  I'll still go on living,
  but things, they just ain't the same.

It wasn't wise revealing
the love that I was feeling
But you set my heart to reeling;
now the fiddler must be paid

The prairie dogs a’peeking,
My saddle leather creaking,
All seem to be speaking
of a sagebrush serenade.
 
  Even though my love is burning,
  it was a lesson worth the leaning.
  You won't be returning;
  it’s too bad that you strayed. 

  The wildflowers’ beauty and splendor,
  The green grass, soft and tender,
   are a bonified heart mender  
   and a sagebrush serenade.

The morning dawn is breaking,
my poor ol heart is aching,
my trembling hand is shaking.
My hole card has been played.

You left me Monday morning
without a word of warning.
But I'll still go on listening to
The old sagebrush serenade