Dave Stamey - The Circle Lyrics
But he has served me wellCoat like old tobacco rich and warmHe's old but he is soundMy rein chains ring like bellsWe fit well together as we glide, above the stoneAnd the boots I wear are oldBut they have served me wellLeather like old tobacco, cracked and brownThe tops are scuffed and brokenAnd my spur chains ring like bellsMy rowels gleam like the starlight and up here, we spurn the groundAnd the trails I ride are newEven though I've made the circle many times beforeFor they change with every seasonAnd with every shift of lightFrom the summit where the clouds fall to the sweet, valley floorAnd the saddle I ride is oldBut it has served me wellLeather like old tobacco buffed and sootheIt fits me like a friendWith no secrets left to tellAstride I make the circle and I ride, where I chooseAnd the trails I ride are newEven though I've made the circle many times beforeFor they change with every seasonAnd with every shift of lightFrom the summit where the clouds fall to the sweet, valley floorAnd the life I live goes onIt fits me oh so wellOld and new together evergreenI mount my horse at dawningMy heart rings like a bellWe ride through the canyons where the air, is fresh and cleanOh ooo ooooOh ooo ooooOh ooo ooooOh ooo oooo
