Elijah, at age 3. John Vehon, 1986

Oh Eli pretended to be a cowboy
He's a fast six-gun shooter
But it's only a toy
Hey but that don't matter much to old Eli
It's just his own world he's in
Do you want to come in?

Yes I want to go where Eli goes
I want to see what he sees
Try to catch the leaves
When the wind blows
That's the way I want to be

He's wearing sunglasses and a nonchalant grin
All the girls get to dancing when Eli walks in
He's a hard-riding, honky-tonk cowboy
Sitting tall in the saddle
Rounding up all them cattle, uh huh

Oh I want to go where Eli goes
I want to see what he sees
Try to catch the leaves
When the wind blows
That's the way I want to be

When night brings the stars to the lone prairie sky
We lie down and count'em that's me and Eli
But there's just too many up there
And soon he is sleeping
I reach down to carry him in

Yes I want to go where Elijah goes
I want to see what he sees
Try to catch the leaves
When the wind blows
That's the way I want to be

Oh let Elijah always be
Arms wide open his spirit free
Elijah and me