Over yonder, horses roam the hills
Beside them, elder works the land
The wind flows along the hillsides
I steal Father's whiskey and run off
I'll go to where people can't find me
if only you were here
pour a little whiskey on the ground
For my friend journeying afar
We'll be together soon don't fret!
pour a little whiskey on the ground
For my friend journeying afar
Time to say our goodbyes Fare thee well