Trail's End: Lament to the Lonesome Land ~ a poem by Albert Pendergraft (1894–1944) (revised & edited by Lloyd Albert Williams-Pendergraft) You’re a lonesome land, an empty land A hard land that is rugged and bare You’re a wild and untamed lonesome land A proud land that’s demanding but fair When I pause on some sun-blistered hill And gaze far o’er your broad boundless range Where the brisk restless winds never still And swift sunlight and cloud shadows change There’s a song in my heart and an ache A longing indefinitely sad There’s contentment that sorrow can’t take And my troubles seem gone and I’m glad In the night when the hours slowly pass And a wolf wails her long lonely cry Where the wind whispers low in the grass And the stars circle silently by Your magical spirit holds me fast In a spell that cannot be undone While the days of my lifetime shall last You have blessed me and made me your son Then softl