When you hear a babbling brook,
know it's that peace that I now know.
When you see each crimson sunset,
know I now reap what I did sow.

As I ride into this sunset,
do not think of me as gone.
Like my trusty mount before me,
I intend to travel on.

There's a Heaven waiting for me
where good mounts and cowboys go;
Where we're young again -- and frisky -
above the thunder and cold snow.

'Tis there we'll ride though pleasant meadows;
quench our thirst in cool clear streams.
We'll pause to rest beneath an aspen,
then fall asleep to dream sweet dreams.

In this fine place there is no sorrow.
The fish are biting every day.
Good western bands are always playing,
so I can dance my heart away.

And just as sure as there's a Heaven
and quaking aspen where I rest,
Know I'll saddle up each sunrise,
to do all day what I love best.

God knows the mountain has been steep
and we have slipped a time or two,
But Me and Chico, both, have earned it...
this Cowboy Heaven we ride to.

Please know each eve and with each sunset,
that in my heart I linger still
With those I love and those who love me,
as I ride on o'er the hill.

Know far beyond that distant rimrock,
where flowers bloom amongst the sage,
My Book of Life, it, has not ended.
This is merely one more page.

For as I ride into this sunset,
with God above and steed below,
I'm not alone...for thou art with me.
Bid me well...and let me go.