Young Wesley

Written by: Mary McCaslin

Times Played 1
First Played 02-14-2016
Last Played  02-14-2016

Lyrics:

  • There once was a gambler and Westley was his name.

  • He'd ride many miles for the chance to play his game

  • And the life-lines surrounded his eyes, so they say,

  • Like the highways he'd come on his way.

  • They tell of the lady who came through to rest a while

  • Weary of the rounders as she was from the miles

  • On that hot dusty day as she watched him at his play

  • She thought she heard something far inside her say

  • Oh young Westley, take me away.

  • Oh young Westley, take me away.

  • She could tell he was an outlaw like she'd fell in with before.

  • She saw herself beside him and on the run once more

  • But it pained him to remember the life of darkness he once led

  • And so he told her of a man left lying dead.

  • So she told him of the ghosts far from lying cold and still

  • Of windy prairie nights with their lonely haunting chill

  • How she still could see the faces of the robbers who moved on

  • Pass before her till the first sun-rays of dawn.

  • Oh young Westley, take me away.

  • Oh young Westley, take me away.

  • People there who knew him say they saw the change come round

  • Like the grateful smiling laughter of a wanderer who's been found.

  • But the lady wondered still what kind of game was left to play

  • And as they saddled up to leave some heard her say:

  • You live life as a gambler all along the San Joaquin

  • In your eyes remain the stories of the times you have seen

  • But your smile across the campfire makes the dream alive again

  • Of a spirit free to glide across the plain

  • Oh young Westley, take me away.

  • Oh young Westley, take me away.

  • Oh young Westley, take me away.

  • Oh young Westley, take me away.