Oh, you’ve ridden long all over this country,
Till it seemed like this ol’ ride would never end—
But in all those far places you never heard
The soft music of the north Missouri wind.
It whispers to your soul; rattles in your mind—
It haunts you now like a place you’ve never been—
It whistles in your ear, tells you many things—
It delves into your heart; slides beneath your skin.
Your ol’ horse and friends do not even notice
As you ponder if this is how it will end—
While you nod and smile and just keep ridin’
To that music of the north Missouri wind.