This is the song, and I now imagine this to be the story about my beloved sister. Please come and say this prayer with me … Say a prayer for the cowgirl her horse ran away She'll walk 'til she finds him her darlin' her stray But the river's in flood and the roads are awash ...
How we miss our cowgirl. And then I know even greater suffering is being inflicted on the people she left behind. We need all the courage to move on, to face the suffering, and to heal the wound. Pray for us, Cowgirl. We all heard you sing: And although he goes grazin' a minute...