text:  ¶ His little lost love lay asleep on the hillside ¶ ¶ And his heart was heavy as night ¶ ¶ Don't cross it, don't boss it, he's wild in his sorrow ¶ ¶ He's riding, hiding his pain ¶ ¶ Don't fight it, don't spite it, just wait till tomorrow ¶ ¶ Maybe he'll ride on again ¶