SADDLE THE WIND
(Steve Buckingham / Troy Seals)


Janie Fricke - 1988


In a dusty little Mexican town down on the border
Never expecting my heart to cross over the line
He rode into the square like he lived, as wild as his stallion
And his warm dark eyes burned down, down into mine

Somewhere under the stars a lonely guitar was playing
Was the closest I'd come to paradise
And the world stood still for us, there in the shadows
Until he whispered to me the words of goodbye

On Diablo he circled the mission of light
Then rode like a bandit, stealin' the night
Dawn was breaking and I ached to touch him again
But I knew that to have him, might as well saddle the wind

Wind blows cold through my soul back home in Austin
Off in the distance somewhere a mission bell rings
Filling my mind with thoughts of that Mexican rider
Tonight I'll have him only in my dreams

On Diablo he circled the mission of light
Then rode like a bandit, stealin' the night
Dawn was breaking and I ached to touch him again
But I knew that to have him, I might as well saddle the wind



(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - August 2020)