When the sun sinks low in the west, And the cattle lie down to rest, And the sunset turns the silvery sky to gold. The gold now is fading to blue, As I linger along with you Down the road to paradise we stroll along. (Yodelling) There's a campfire burning bright Where the cowboys sing at night You can hear them strumming on their old guitars And they sing this sweet refrain As they wander back again And the sunset turns the silvery sky to gold The gold now is fading to blue, As I linger along with you Down the road to paradise we stroll along. (Yodelling)