When the wind don't blow in Amarillo
And the moon along the Gunnison don't rise
Shall I cast my dreams upon your love babe
And lie beneath the laughter of your eyes
It's snowin' on Raton
Come mornin' I'll be through them hills and gone
Mother thinks the road is long and lonely
Little brother thinks the road is straight and fine
Little darling thinks the road is soft and lovely
I'm thankful that old road's a friend of mine
It's snowin' on Raton
Come mornin' I'll be through them hills and gone
Bid the years goodbye you cannot still them
You cannot turn the circles of the sun
You cannot count the miles until you feel them
And you cannot hold a lover that is gone
It's snowin' on Raton
Come mornin' I'll be through them hills and gone