I lost my heart a long time ago, such a long time ago.

All that's left is a wanderin' soul, I'm just a wanderin' soul.

I've seen rain like tears from the sky, just like tears from the sky.

It's a beautiful thing to see the earth cry, such a beautiful thing.

My spirit is born by the wind and blown like snow through the air.

I've passed this way time and time again.

I know soon, I know soon, soon I will be there.

I'm on my way to Santa Fe, on the Santa Fe Trail.

A medicine man has shown me the way,

I know that my feet will not fail.

If you hear the moon call at night and smell the sage in the air.

If you feel a breeze at your side, you'll know that I am there.

I'll saddle and ride on steeds that never touch the ground.

Over the deserts and canyons we'll glide till we see the lights of town.

I'm a living ghost of the Sangre' de Cristos

as real and as cold as the rock.

Like the red man who's lived here for a thousand years,

He knows I, he knows I, he knows I can't stop.

I'm on my way to Santa Fe, on the Santa Fe Trail.

My body shall rise from the cold red clay, I'll spread my winds and sail.