An old cowboy and a preacher met on the prairie one day,
One ridin' a buckskin- the other a bay.
 They squatted in the shade of a lone cedar tree
Scratchin' the dirt with a stick; contemplatin' you see.

Comparing their lives, and the old cowboy, he spoke
Of the brands he had rid for, the horses he'd broke

Of the herds he had gathered and held at all cost,
Of hours spent riding when a few head were lost.

 "You'd give up your life when you rode for the brand,
'Cause of this we buried many a good hand.

But as you can see I'm well past my prime
The boss says soon I'll have to draw up my time.
What can I do? I'm too tough to cry,
But I'm too old to work and I'm too young to die."
                           
The preacher stirred the dirt with his stick for awhile,
Then looked the old cowboy in the eye with a smile.

And said,  I too ride for the brand,
The scars are the nail holes in the palms of His hands.
 I've gathered a herd and hold for my boss,
I'm always out looking for those who are lost.

Many have given their lives for this brand,
We all may be called on to take up a stand.

But you're never too old to ride with my crew,
When you sign on here you're made as if new."

Well, the old cowboy that day hired on for a new boss
And his foreman's the one who died on the cross

And he can ride happy to the end of his days
'Cause there's no end to the gather of the lost and the strays

( Author Unknown)

There's a gold mine in the sky far away,
 We will find it, you and I, some sweet day.

 There'll be clover just for you down the line,
where the skies are always blue,  pal of mine.

 Take your time, old mule, I know you're growing lame.
But you'll pasture in the stars, when we strike that claim.

And we'll set up there and watch the world roll by,
When we find that long lost  gold mine in the sky.

Far away, far away, we will find that long lost gold mine some sweet day.
And we'll say "Hello" to friends who say "Goodbye"
When we find that long lost gold mine in the sky.
 Far away, far away in the sky.