Billy Gray Rode In The Gantry Back In 83
There He Did Meet Young Sarah McRae
The Wild Rose Of Morning, That Pale Flower Of Dawning
The Herald Of Springtime In His Young Life That Day
Sarah She Could Not See The Daylight Of Reality
In Her Young Eyes Billy Bore Not If Alone
Knowing Not A Chosen One He Was A Hired Gun
Wanted Back In Kansas City By The Law
Then One Day A Tall Man Came Riding O'er The Badlands
Flying To The North Of New Mexico
He Was Overheard To Say He Was Looking For Bill Gray
A Ruthless Man And A Dangerous Outlaw
And The Deadly News Came Creeping To Billy Fast Sleeping
There In The Clarendon Byron Hotel
He Fled Toward The Old Church Upon The Outskirts
Thinking That He'd Climb Up To The Old Steeple Bell
But A Rifle Ball Came Flying Face Down He Laid Dying
There In The Dust Of The Road Where He Fell
Sarah She Ran To Him Cursing The Law Man
Accepting No Reason Knowing That He Was Killed
Sarah Lives In That Same Old White Frame House
Where She First Met Billy Some Forty Years Ago
And The Wild Rose Of Morning She Faded With The Dawning
Of Every Day Of Sorrow That The Long Years Have Sown
And Written On A Stone Where The Dusty Winds Have Long Blown
Eighteen Words To A Passing World Say
True Love Knows No Season, No Rhyme, Nor No Reason
Just Us As Cold As The Granger County Clay
Yes, True Love Knows No Season, No Rhyme, Nor No Reason
Just Us As Cold As The Granger County Clay