There ain't no leaves to turn to gold—
There ain't a tree in sight—
In other ways the herder's told
October's come, all right.


October on the Sheep Range, st. 1. - Cactus Center (1921)


There ain't no leaves to turn to gold— There ain't a tree in sight— In other ways the herder's told October's come, all right.

There ain't no leaves to turn to gold— There ain't a tree in sight— In other ways the herder's told October's come, all right.

There ain't no leaves to turn to gold— There ain't a tree in sight— In other ways the herder's told October's come, all right.

There ain't no leaves to turn to gold— There ain't a tree in sight— In other ways the herder's told October's come, all right.