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The summer was almost over The horses were feisty this morning, it sure was
good to be alive..... He rode into the meadow past the old homestead, he glanced
over to see a single Rose proudly standing. He thought to himself, I’ll see to it
when I get back in a few days, Jenny would like that."

Last Rose of the Summer

It was just a glance that caught my eye, As twilight lanced the desert folds,
Riding through the pines A far off rain some distance fell.
I stopped to rest near Eagle Rim When the sound of rolling thunder cracked,
Where the trail unwinds The cattle ran straight to hell.

A single rose of color, Danny boy was riding point
Standing all alone As he turned his mustang Ace.
Strong, proud and weathered, The cattle heading straight for Eagle Rim
This rose so far from home. When Danny boy gave chase

What of this rose I ponder, Danny spurred full speed ahead,
What makes it stand so tall ? Rode hard to face the wind.
Through wind and rain and winter storms The cattle running straight to hell,
As summers yield to fall Destination Eagle Rim.

Shadowed by the cliffs above, Danny’s just a young lad
It looked so out of place With courage ever more
A rose to grace the meadows fair, Racing shadows in the night
What secrets to embrace? Where hearts and eagles soar

A resting place forsaken, With comrades in hot pursuit
This dashing rose stands guard His pony gave his all
Memories lost as years pass by, His reckless ride saved all but one,
Saved by an old time Pard When he heard the masters call.

An old tin can lies buried, His mount turned quick aside,
In it held this note As the canyon shunned it’s earthly pride
“The Last Rose of the summer” In darkness he lost sight of mother earth,
For this is what he wrote. And made his final ride.

We hardly knew ye Danny boy, If your ever out Nevada way,
As we placed the rose upon your chest. Some summer starry night.
Your in the grandest company now, You may hear Ol’ Danny singing,
Riding with the best Keeping cattle calm from fright

Heaven must have needed a good hand, They say you can hear Ol’ Danny riding
A cowboy young and strong. When the canyon wind blows cold.
We're gonna miss you Danny boy, Just an old time faded cowboy ,
We bid thee fair so long. This puncher free an bold.

Danny was just a young lad, We're gonna miss you Danny boy,
But damn that boy could ride. Now you're riding with the best.
Working cattle was his comfort, T'was “The last rose of the summer”
Cowboy'n was his pride. They placed upon his chest.