Frontiers
Where are the buckskin riders -
Red men, bad men, law abiders?
Where the rumbling wheels of wagons rolling?
Where the cry of “Westward Ho” a-tolling
One more frontier?
Gone are the six-guns blazing,
Endless herds of bison grazing.
Gone but not forgotten nor forsaken.
Lo, behold the wonders of their making.
One more frontier.
Where are their spirits riding now?
Gone to a new frontier.
Somewhere a falling star tumbling from a world afar
Marks their lonely grave.
And though it grieve us,
Glory to they who died to leave us
One more frontier.
One more frontier.
For permission to record Bob Nolan's music, contact: The Songwriter’s Guild of America
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