Wind In The Wire

I'd been riding fence all day Way up on the summer range Found a place to make my bed As the evening shadows spread Beyond the campfire light Through the stillness of the night Came the call of the coyote choir And the song of the wind in the wire As it strummed the rusted strings It sang of long forgotten things Many moons and many suns Of the real americans When the arrow and the bow Stopped the range of the buffalo And the call of the coyote choir Knew no song of the wind in the wire As the ghostly balladeer Hypnotized me, I could hear Bugle calls and battle cries Broken promises and lies The spirits of the plain Still sing their sad refrain And the call of the coyote choir And the song of the wind in the wire Spirits of the plain Still sing their sad refrain And the call of the coyote choir And the song of the wind in the wire