Tell her I still remember the smell of sage in her hair...

Her hair was thick and braided,
skin freckled by the sun.
Our eyes deep hat brim shaded.
We'd watch the wild horses run.
In the shadow of the mountain,
On that hot desert floor.
I'd ride those narrow trails
With the girl I adore.
We'd ride along the river bank
Under the cottonwood's shade.
Hold each other while our ponies drank,
And Oh the love we made.
If you ride that wild old desert,
If you find her there,
Tell her I still remember the smell of sage in her hair.

And underneath the pinion pines,
We laid our beds in the cool night,
And her breathe mingling with mine.
We rode the oceans of starlight.
Saddle up in the morning,
She'd reach and touch my hand,
And life was rich and full in that dry and empty land.
We'd ride along the river bank 

Under the cottonwood's shade.
Hold each other while our ponies drank,
And Oh the love we made.
If you ride that wild old desert,
If you find her there,
Tell her I still remember the smell of sage in her hair.

I close my eyes and I see her now.
Just as clear as day.
I wonder why,
I wonder how, 
I could have ever rode away.
I'm a dust blown refugee,
Tumbled by the wind.
And I'd give all I own to find my way back again.

We'd ride along the river bank 

Under the cottonwood's shade.
Hold each other while our ponies drank,
And Oh the love we made.
If you ride that wild old desert,
If you find her there,
Tell her I still remember the smell of sage in her hair.


Tell her I still remember the smell of sage in her hair.

~Sage in Her Hair -- Dave Stamey

I wish he wouldn't have rode away! Then it would be an adorable fairy tale ending...I want THAT fairy tale to be my life ;)
<3 bittersweet little love song!
You should go listen to it! You won't wanna stop!!! :)

~Gussie