(A mother dies leaving her young son （母亲去世让她年幼的儿子

to come to terms with the loss. 来与损耗方面。

In remembrance of Fiona Chappel, 在菲奥娜Chappel的怀念，

for her sons Tyler and Oliver.) 她的儿子泰勒和奥利弗。 ）

   

I was barely 13 years old 我当时只有13岁

She came out of the Guadalupe's on a night so cold 她出来的瓜达卢佩的一个晚上那么冷

Her coat was frosted diamonds in the sallow moon's glow 她的外套被磨砂钻石在灰黄月亮的光芒

My silver palomino 我的银帕洛米诺

Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground 十六手从她的肩到地面

I lie in bed and listen to the sound 我躺在床上，听声音

Of the west Texas thunder roll 西德克萨斯雷声滚

My silver palomino 我的银帕洛米诺

I track her into the mountains she loved 追踪她到她所爱的山

Watch her from the rocks above 从上面的岩石上看着她

She'd dip her neck and drink from the winter flows 她会动用她的脖子和饮料的冬季流

My silver palomino 我的银帕洛米诺

Our mustaneros were the very best, sir 我们mustaneros是最好的，先生

But they could never lay a rope on her 但他们从来没有躺在一根绳子上的她

No corral will ever hold 没有围栏将永远保存

The silver palomino 银帕洛米诺

   

In my dreams bareback I ride 在我的梦想鞍我骑

Over the pradera low and wide 在普拉德拉低而宽

As the wind sweeps out the draw 由于风扫出平局

'Cross the scrub desert floor “越过沙漠擦洗地板

   

I'd give my riata and spurs 我愿意付出我的riata和马刺

If I could be forever yours 如果我能永远属于你

I'd ride into the serrania where no one goes 我会骑进塞拉尼亚，没有人去

For my silver palomino 对于我的银帕洛米诺

Summer drought come hard that year 伏旱来硬的这一年

Our herd grazed the land so bare 我们的牛群放牧的土地，裸露

Me and my dad had to blowtorch the thorns off the prickly pear 我和我的爸爸只好喷灯关闭仙人球的刺

And mother, your hand slipped from my hair 妈妈，你的手从我的头发滑落

   

Tonight I wake early the sky is pearl, the stars aglow 今晚，我起得很早，天空是珍珠，星星闪闪发亮

I saddle up my red roan ì鞍我的红色软羊皮

I ride deep into the mountains along a ridge of pale stone 我骑深山沿着苍白的石脊

Where the air is still with the coming snow 这里的空气仍与未来雪

As I rise higher I can smell your hair 当我升到更高的，我可以闻到你的头发

The scent of your skin, mother, fills the air 你的皮肤，妈妈的气味，弥漫

'Midst the harsh scrub pine that grows “中间恶劣擦洗松，生长

I watch the silver palomino 我看着银帕洛米诺