The cowboy rides in the rain,
In His search,
The cowboy rides the plain,
A cowboy's church,
He'll stop and pray under a birch,
He'll hear God's voice like a old friend,
On his horse He follows' God's wind.
He heard the bird's sing,While he rested awhile,
He praised the King,and felt God smile,
He found under the stars is the best place to search,
He rested his head on the grass of God's church,
The cowboy rides alone,or he rides with a friend,
Like a sweet song ,He listens to the wind,
He's under God's heaven ,he knows where to search,
He rides the plain in a cowboy's church.
Though wind and rain his spirit will emerge,
He'll soar the heaven like the wild bird that leaves his perch,
He'll ride in the rain until he ends his search,
The open plain is the cowboy's church.