If I could only be a summer breeze
gently stirring the leaves of aspen trees
while drifting slow across this valley floor

If I could only be a butterfly
then I could flit and float about the sky
rest upon some flowers to be adored

If I could only be a red tailed hawk
then the people would point at me and gawk
while high up above their heads I would soar

If I could only be a spotted deer
I would drink from the mountain stream so clear
I could see the trout swimming from the shore

If I could only gather up the nerve
I could give you the life that you deserve
I would never be alone anymore

But I cannot be any of these things
because it is a cowboy’s life I sing
and a cowboy I will stay evermore