Angel of the Range
Her image is there on horseback
In the mountains or even the
plains
Just beyond the reason of dreamers
This angel of the range
She’s there in every campfire
Her eyes shine in the coals
Every lone some rider’s love
In their heart and soul
Her smile is in the sunrise
Her tears are in the rain
Her laughter tinkles from the
creeks
To ease each cowboys pain
Where emptiness is all they feel
` Cause they’ve been alone too
long
She’s there to hold them close to
her
Soothing with the night bird song
She’s a different gal to every
puncher
No buckaroo see’s her same
She’s short, tall and dark, or
fair
And may not even have a name
Yes, she is the same yet different
To you this may sound strange
She’s every lonesome rider’s sweet
heart
She’s the Angel of the Range.
Kendra Tyler
February 26, 1999
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