The wind tonight is cool and free,

The wind tonight is Westerly;

Sweeping in from the plains afar,

Sweet and faint—yet wild as are

All scents and odors blent

In the Occident.

My thoughts tonight are far and free,

My thoughts tonight are Westerly;

Sweeping out to the plains afar,

Where roses grow and grasses are

Carpets that spread so cool and sweet

For my naked feet.

My heart tonight is wild and free,

My heart tonight is Westerly;

But I’m living again those old, glad days,

Roaming at pleasure the grassy ways,—

Only a herder riding the swales

Of the prairie trails.