Well, the sun's gone down behind the ridge,
the coyotes howl, the crickets fidget,
the fires crackle and spit and sparse.
We're trading tales under the stars,
the night's a blanket, wide and free,
and we're riding dreams as wild as can be.
Saddle up the moonlight,
shine bright,
that silver trail till the stars align.
Yodel-ay-hee-oh,
we'll sing and swoon,
out here in the wild we'll saddle up the moon.
Got a tin cup rattling in my hand,
a fiddle tune playing through the band,
the shadows dance like old time friends,
the laughter echoes,
it never ends,
the night whispers secrets soft and low,
where the prairie wind and freedom go.
Saddle up the moonlight,
let it shine,
ride that silver trail till the stars align.
Yodel-ay-hee-oh,
we'll sing and swoon,
out here in the wild we'll saddle up the moon.
Saddle up the moon.
Yodel-ay-hee-oh,
we'll sing and swoon,
out here in the wild we'll saddle up the moon.