Billy Gray rode into Gantry back in '83    There he did meet young Sarah McCray   The wild rose of morning that pale flower of dawning    Herald of springtime in his young life that day      Sarah, she could not see the daylight of reality    In her young eyes, Billy bore not a flaw   Knowing not her chosen one was a hired gun    Wanted in Kansas City by the law      Then one day a tall man came riding cross the badlands   That lie to the north of New Mexico    He was overheard to say he was lookin' for Bill Gray   A ruthless man and a dangerous outlaw      Well, the deadly news came creepin' to Billy, fast sleepin'   There in the Clarendon Bar and Hotel    He fled towards the old church, there on the outskirts   Thinking he'd climb that old steeple bell      But a rifle ball came flying face down he lay dying    There in the dust of the road where he fell    Sarah, she ran to him cursing the lawman    Accepting no reason knowing he was killed      Sarah lives in that same old white frame house   Where she first met Billy some forty years ago    And the wild rose of morning has faded   With the dawning of each day of    Sorrow the long years have sown      Written on a stone   where the dusty winds have long blown    Eighteen words to a passing world say:   "True love knows no season, no rhyme nor no reason    Justice is cold as the Granger County clay"