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In the dying days of summer, it’s time to Bring ‘Em Home
1.
When summer nights begin to change
And calves have reached their weanin’ weight
We drift our cattle off the range
And ease ‘em thru the sorting gate
chorus
2.
There’s a pattern every fall
That all the ranchers come to know
We hear the long-gone cowboys call
When chilly breezes start to blow
chorus
bridge
If we’re lucky, cows will give birth
On newly thawed earth
And the cycle of life begins again
chorus
coda
In the dying days of summer, it’s time to Bring ‘Em Home
"In 1995, I wrote a song about the Walnut Valley Bluegrass Festival, Lady of the Valley. It included the line, 'In the dying
days of summer, my
lady calls me home.'
"While driving home from a Cimarron Cowboy Gathering at the end of August in 2016, I noticed the golden grass and high snow. By the time I'd reached Walsenburg, I had a new chorus. Terry helped with the verses and Dave put on the finishing touches."
— San