A chilly wind is whistling in the shadow of a cliff

The monuments are glowing in the afternoon sun

No clouds but it may rain or snow in a few days

Every night ice forms when the day is done

As for the Navajo rug, if and when I get it
I intend to use it, but if I get another
If I get another Navajo rug
I shall send it home to you

The Indians round here they are very poor
No money cept from sheep and the blankets they sell
The snow is practically all melted now
I set off for the ruins soon, all being well

As for the Navajo rug, if and when I get it
I intend to use it, but if I get another
If I get another Navajo rug
I shall send it home to you

As to the rides I accept, I’m now an independent man
My burro has four legs, and I have 2 legs of my own
I have been in several snowstorms but water is scarce
Potholes is where it is found

As to the Navajo rug, if and when I get it
I intend to use it, but if I get another
If I get another Navajo rug
I shall send it home to you

(lyrics: Dan Bern)