Oh! the sun was in their eyes 
And the desert that dries. 

When the wagons leave the city 
For the forest and further on 
Painted wagons of the morning 
Dusty roads where they have gone 
Sometimes travelling through the darkness 
Met the [bad word] home 
Fallen faces by the wayside 
Looked [bad word] if they might have known. 

Oh! the sun was in their eyes 
And the desert that dries. 
In the country townes 
Where the laughter sounds. 

Oh! the dancing and the singing 
Oh! the music when they played 
Oh! the fires that they started 
Oh! the girls with no regrets 
Sometimes they found it 
Sometimes they kept it 
Often lost it on the way 
Fought each other to possess it 
Sometimes died in sight of dax. 

Oh! the sun was in their eyes 
And the desert that dries. 
In the country townes 
Where the laughter sounds.