歌曲名 Billy Gray

歌手名 Michael Martin Murphey

作词：Norman Blake

作曲：Norman Blake

Billy Gray rode into Gantry back in 83

There he did meet pretty Sarah McRae

The wild rose of morning that pale flower of dawning

Herald of springtime in Billy's life that day

Now Sarah she could not see the daylight of reality

In her young eyes Billy bore not a flaw

Knowing not her chosen one onece was a hired gun

Wanted in Kansas City by the law

But true love knows no season no rhyme nor no reason

Justice is cold as the Granger County clay

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 looking for Bill Gray

Perilous man and a dangerous outlaw

Well the deadly news came creeping to Billy fast sleeping

There in the ball of the Clarendon Bar and Hotel

He ran to the old church there on the outskirts

Thinking he is high 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 ran to him just cursing the lawman

Other girl no the reason accepted he was killed

But true love knows no season no rhyme nor no reason

Justice is cold as the Granger County clay

Sarah as it lives in that old white frame house

Where she first met Billy forty years ago

But the wild rose of morning he's faded with the dawning

With each day of sorrow the long years have sown

And written on a stone where the dusty winds have long

Eighteen words to a passing world say

True love haves no season no rhyme nor no reason

Justice is cold as the Granger County clay