Every day along about evening   When the sunlight’s begining to fail   I ride through the slumbering shadows   Along the Navajo Trail   When it’s twilight and crickets are calling   And coyotes are making a wail   I  dream by a smoldering fire   Along the Navajo Trail   I love to lie and to the music   When the wind is strumming a sagebrush guitar   When over yonder hill the moon is climbing   It always finds me wishing on a star   Well what do you know it’s morning already   There’s the dawning so silver and pale   It’s time to climb into my saddle   And ride the Navajo Trail    When it’s twilight and crickets are calling   And coyotes are making a wail   I  dream by a smoldering fire   Along the Navajo Trail