Saddle Boy - Slim Dusty

Through the grey frosty dawn

Every cold winters morn

Rode this lad full of life and joy

Every day just the same

Down the roadway he came

He was known as their own saddle boy

In his youth free from strife

He was called from this live

From the sorrows of lifes highway

He was needed above

At the homestead of love

For the last final roundup someday

Now the sad willows wave

On a cold silent grave

Where the tall grasses bend and bow

And the jackasses laugh

Is the only epitapn

O’re the grave of the brave saddle boy

At the schoolhouse on the rise

Teacher always watched the skies

For the storm clouds that rose like foam

You’ve a long way he said

So you’d better go ahead

Saddle up Saddle boy ride for home

He had ten miles to ride

Through the dark countryside

As the storm all around raged on

Just one creek left to cross

Struck by driftwood boy and horse

Swept away by the mad raging foam

And the lighting overhead

Showed the last sandy bed

Where the boy and the pony lay

And old boundry rider Troy

Was the one who found the boy

And who took the saddening message home next day

And the old people say

Of the long nights in May

When the wind though the valley roams

Pounding hoove beats resound

Through the tall timber land

It’s their own saddle boy riding home