THE LEFT EYE OF GOD

When the trees are bare
'Cause the leaves aren't there;
With the season's change
Snow's across the range;
I think of you on that western shore

I dream of blazing nights,
The California lights -
You out there with Jim.
I missed you both then;
Tonight, Love, I miss you even more.

I miss the dancing eyes
Before Montana skies;
Since you went with him
Give my best to Jim.
Who would think you'd even the score?

I see the shadows grow;
I hear the cattle low;
Yes I chose the range
Because the heart can change -
I remember you on that western shore.