Fragrance Quote December 8th 2011 from Smell of Sage-Cowboy lyrics By Robert Van Carr

SMELL OF SAGE

OH, the old red sun is risin' and the air is clean and fine,
With jes' a little chill that tingles thro',
And starts your thoughts to millin' that the fire of the cook
Was made jes' sort o' specially fer you.
But what jes' makes me glad I simply am alive,
My very heart with kindness sweet adornin',
Is that keen and bracin' scent that drifts across the flats —
The smell of the sagebrush in the mornin'.

Have traveled many trails in this camp you call the world,
And lived a life as rough as rough could be;
Am jes' a plain old puncher with all a puncher's faults,
But still there's things that always come to me

At that there time o' wakin'; they be thoughts so sweet and fine,
Which no artist or no poet could go scornin',
When I catch that keen, clean scent that drifts across the flats —
The smell of the sagebrush in the mornin'.

When I cross the Great Divide, and my outfit
will no more
See me around its wagons and its fires,
I jes' would like to say 'fore I ups and drifts
away,
There's simply jes' one thing my heart desires:
Put me where the sun comes up, to ride the western range,
And all the land with gladness fine adornin',
So my ghost kin sort o' come and sniff that sweet perfume —
The smell of the sagebrush in the mornin'.