On sleeping dogs ridge the antelopes play
you can find peace and solitude there anytime of day
where children are blessed as they run in the sun
where the coyote sings and the lord bangs the drum
a candle it flickers in the lodge there each night
lit for the peacekeepers and the dreams in their sights
the wind it is rare and the stars shine each night
under the heavens where the good lord puts right
the songbirds they sing and the lambs run each day
there by the brook where the children all play
where the fishes they swim and the bull frogs all hops
where there's no need for credit each time you shop
the pathways that lead their are steep and so wide
though there's nettles and brambles there on each side
the lizards they slither and the grasshoppers sing
then the flowers bloom to greet you each early spring
I'm off with my buckboard and my ponies all set
I'm bound for that ridge where the sun never sets
where music plays daily on gods earthly throne
there's a candle to greet you where gypsies call home