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Bring 'Em Home

©2020 Sandra L. Reay, Terry Nash, Dave Schaper

Colorado Sandstorm Music, B.M.I.

 
chorus
Grama grass is turning golden
  And the new snow looks like foam
  In our bones we feel like old men
  In the dying days of summer, it’s time to Bring ‘Em Home
   
1.
When summer nights begin to change
  And calves have reached their weanin’ weight
  We drift our cattle off the range
  And ease ‘em thru the sorting gate
   
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2.
There’s a pattern every fall
  That all the ranchers come to know
  We hear the long-gone cowboys call
  When chilly breezes start to blow
   
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bridge If we’re lucky, cows will give birth
  On newly thawed earth
  And the cycle of life begins again
 
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coda
In the dying days of summer, it’s time to Bring ‘Em Home
 

"In 1995, I wrote a song about the Walnut Valley Bluegrass Festival, Lady of the Valley. It included the line, 'In the dying days of summer, my lady calls me home.'

"While driving home from a Cimarron Cowboy Gathering at the end of August in 2016, I noticed the golden grass and high snow. By the time I'd reached Walsenburg, I had a new chorus. Terry helped with the verses and Dave put on the finishing touches."
San

 
 
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