The plastic captain of the steamboat
Whistles without sound
Comanche ranger of Death Valley
Feels the trembling ground

Come, the cavalry general cries,
Off to the dark frontier!
But he’s the first to back away
From the unknown’s frightening leer.

For in the lonely wilderness
The heart is cruelly wrung,
And all the disembodied songs
Are sung in foreign tongues

At night the glow of shivering stars
Obscures what eyes would see,
And in the distant darkness there
Is naught but forestry

The void of yet unconquered lands
Sparks dreams of grand command
But beware the empty rolling hills
They’ll gain the ruling hand.

For in the lonely wilderness,
The frontier’s dark is all;
If you would threat the dark frontier
It’ll surround you like a wall.

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