True Love Knows No Season (Norman Blake) Billy Gray rode into Gantry way back in '83 There he first met with young Sarah MacLane The wild rose of morning, the pale flower of dawning Hurled a springtime into Billy's 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, he was a hired gun Wanted in Kansas City by the law Then one day a tall man came riding from the Badlands That lie to the north of New Mexico He was overheard to say, he was looking for a Billy Gray A wanted man and a danger said law Well the news it came creeping to Billy fast sleeping There in the Clarendon Bar and Hotel He ran to the old church that lies on the outskirts Thinking he'd hide in the old steeple bell But a rifleball came flying, face down he lay dying There in the dust of the road where he lay Sarah ran to him, she was cursing the lawman The poor girl knew no reason, except that he'd been killed Sarah still lives in that old white frame house Where she first met Billy some forty years ago But the wild rose of morning has faded with the dawning Of each day of sorrow the long years have grown And written on the stone where the dusty winds have long blown Eighteen words to a passing world say "True love knows no season, no rhyme or no reason Justice is cold as the Granger County clay." "True love knows no season, no rhyme or no reason Justice is cold as the Granger County clay." ---------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright Control recorded by Planxty on "The Woman I Loved So Well" (1980) Copyright Control "In December 1979 I met Noel Shine (whistle) in the Phoenix Pub, Cork, where he sang this song for me. It was written by Norman Blake and it's special in that it's the first cowboy song I've heard in a Cork City pub." - Christy Moore MJ
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