Lots of favorites. I start singing this one around Thanksgiving. The song is from New Mexico and can be heard on Michael Martin Murphy's Cowboy Christmas


CORN, WATER, AND WOOD
Wendy Waldman, Carol Elliot

  
G  
I was in the arroyo, gathering strays  
                  C           
You know cowboys and cattle don't get holidays  
   G                  
I would have been finished, 'cept for one little guy  
                 D       
Who kept leading me farther away.  
  
              G             
He went up on the mesa, across the ravine  
               C       
Past the Indian ruins and a muddy red stream  
        G              
So I stopped for a spell, 'cause I was bone tired  
                                         D  
And I guess I started to dream  
  
          Em         
I saw three painted ponies, three dark-skinned men  
         C                                                                 D  
With masks made of clay, and voices like the wind  
                 G                          
Singing, "We seek the soul of all that is good  
      D        
We come bearing corn, water, and wood  
G                                           C  
Stop and behold all that is good  
         D                                                  G  
Give thanks for the corn, water, and wood."  
  
Em                    
Now I'm an old trailhound, I've always believed  
Your boots and your saddle is all that you leave  
No miracles happen, no angels appear  
But I know what I saw, standing there  
G  
I shook myself over, had I been asleep?  
That's just three Pueblo children, tending their sheep  
And they yelled, "Merry Christmas!" as they brought me my stray  
And their voices rang through the mesquite  
  
Singing, "We seek the soul of all that is good  
We come bearing corn, water and wood.  
Come and behold all that is good.  
Give thanks for the corn, water, and wood."

Line Breaks <br> added.
-Joe Offer-