The snow water was swirling
Down the river to the sea.
Green buds were unfurling
On willow and maple tree.
Overhead the wild geese were calling —
Calling to his mate, was he.
The call of that wild ranger
Rang an echo in in my heart,
For my love had lately told me
Now had come the time to part.
Cowboy you may go and wander
Ever on your restless way.
Saddle up your red horse wanderer
On the steel grey pack your gear.
When away from me you wander,
You'll forget me soon I fear.
Midst the tall pines way out yonder,
As upon your way you go.
My love will be no footloose ranger
On our homestead he will stay.
I will keep the home fire burning,
Tend it every night and day.
In his heart will be no yearning
For strange places far away.
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