On
a mouse gray Mustang,
my sweet Lasker rides
Each night in my dreams,
so close by my side
We laugh and we love,
I hold her again
Till my aching heart wakes me with yearning and pain
Once more the truth comes to my dizzy head
I've lost her forever,
my Lasker is dead
And
I wonder why
I do not care
For things that are like things that were
Does half my heart
lie buried there
In Texas,
down by the Rio Grande
I gouged out a grave,
a few feet too deep
And there in earth's arms,
I laid her to sleep
And there she lies,
that no one knows
The summer shines,
the winter snows
Many a day,
sweet flowers have spread
A pall of petals over her head
The little gray hulk hangs aloft in the air
The sly old coyote
trots here and there
The buzzard sails on,
and comes and is gone
Stately and still,
like a ship on the sea
The black snake slides and glitters and glides
Into the rift of a cottonwood tree
And I wonder why
I do not care For things that are like things that were
Does half my life lie buried there With Lasker down by the Rio Grande