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only performed live
(2002)

BILLY GRAY

Billy Gray rode into Gantry back in '83,
There he did meet young Sarah McRae,
The wild rose of morning, that pale flower of dawning,
Herald of springtime in his young life that day.

Sarah, she could not see the daylight of reality,
In her young eyes, Billy bore not a flaw,
Knowing not her chosen one was a hired gun,
Wanted in Kansas City by the law.

Then one day a tall man came riding 'cross the badlands
Lying to the north of New Mexico.
He was overheard to say he was lookin' for Bill Gray
A ruthless man and a dangerous outlaw.

Well, the deadly news came creepin' to Billy fast sleepin'
There in the Clarendon Bar and Hotel;
He fled toward the old church, there on the outskirts,
Thinking he'd climb to that old steeple bell.

But a rifle ball came flying, face down he lay dying
There in the dust of the road where he fell.
Sarah, she ran to him just cursing the lawman,
Accepting no reason, knowing he was killed.

Sarah lives in that same old white frame house
Where she first met Billy some forty years ago,
And the wild rose of morning, she's faded with the dawning
Of each day of sorrow the long years have sown.

And written on a stone where the dusty winds have long blown
Eighteen words to a passing world say,
"True love knows no season, no rhyme nor no reason
Justice is cold as the Granger County clay".

Yes, "True love knows no season, no rhyme nor no reason
Justice is cold as the Granger County clay".


Written by NORMAN BLAKE
© 1976 Old And New | Norman Blake

The Fields of November / Old And New
2 Classic early Norman Blake Albums on one CD
Compiled by Flying Fish Records in 1992


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