had was gone.
as the soft summer sun shone.
in the winter of a big freeze.
but we all got used to the squeeze.
in jobs i had grown to hate.
then the wolf left the door.
i had to learn control, and keep my cool.
where the cattle gave only sour cream.
and grew lots of greens and herbs.
just as we hoped one day.
our hair now was more silver than grey.
in the twilight years of life.
me and my good faithful wife.
like who you are and all that you know.
it’s just a smile or a hello.
and we’re only here a while.
sometimes i just can’t see.
but both of us together understand.
of the day we left the land.
dust’s stuck with 