When The Roses Bloom Next Spring

It’s an early frosty morning and the campfire’s burning hot

I can smell the coffee making in an old black outlaw pot

The old owl hoots the second time it’ll soon be time to go

It was cold out there on guard last night and it looks like it might snow

I’m up here in Montana and the folks are all so nice

They call the land the big sky it’s a cowboy’s paradise

But I miss my home in Texas and the one that waits for me

I’ll be going home to Jenny when the roses bloom next spring

We’re camped along the Yellowstone there’s beauty everywhere

The snow capped Bighorn Mountains tell me wintertime is near

The cattle all are doing well the grass is lush and high

But today this cowboy is lonesome for the girl he left behind

I’m up here in Montana and the folks are all so nice

They call the land the big sky it’s a cowboy’s paradise

But I miss my home in Texas and the one that waits for me

I’ll be going home to Jenny when the roses bloom next spring

I hear the wild geese calling heading south in flight

There’s a chilly north wind blowing and the ground will soon be white

The wranglers got the ponies in they’ve all got winter hair

The teams hitched to the wagon and no one has a care

I’m up here in Montana and the folks are all so nice

They call the land the big sky it’s a cowboy’s paradise

But I miss my home in Texas and the one that waits for me

I’ll be going home to Jenny when the roses bloom next spring

I miss my home in Texas and the one that waits for me

I’ll be going home to Jenny when the roses bloom next spring