The sun travels slowly from over the top of this adobe stockade And, when I finally wake and pull my face to the bars At my window, I see a gray light filling in the shadows Between the mess and guard quarters And among river stones on the sid [...]
The sun travels slowly from over the top of this adobe stockade And, when I finally wake and pull my face to the bars At my window, I see a gray light filling in the shadows Between the mess and guard quarters And among river stones on the sid [...]