Something in the Springtime Air

There's something in the springtime air
That makes me want to ride --
To gallop through the tumbleweeds
That fringe the Great Divide --
To ride, and ride forever on
A range that has no end --
To run beneath the open sky,
My horse to me my closest friend.

There’s something in the springtime air
That lights a spark in me.
And though it makes me restless,
At the same time makes me free.
It must be something in the way
The trees dance in the wind:
They seem to beckon, whispering
Of sage and mountains as they bend.

And the hawks and buckeyes, rivers, springs;
The flowers, grasses, rain;
The velvet for the midnight sky;
The freedom of the plains;
The wolves that yodel lonesomely;
The whinnies of my mare:
The wonders of God’s world must be
That something in the springtime air.