My barn is quieter now that Apache is laid to rest.

He is with Virgil and Squirt, and he was one of the best.

His spirit is here, at night, I still can hear his call.

He struts and paws the ground and talks to us all.

His grace and power were a wonder to behold.

His confidence and courage continued as he grew old.

But one terrible day, he lay down in the pasture

Unable to get up, he let me know that he must go.

With his head in my lap, he took his last breath

And another hole was cut deep into my heart.

Cochise, his buddy, knew that he was gone, his heart began to burn.

For days he stood where Apache died and called for his return.

My barn is quieter now that Apache is laid to rest.

And I sing the body electric for a beautiful soul that is past.