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<< Ballad Of A Runaway Horse >>
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--- Emmylou Harris
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Say a prayer for the cowgirl her horse ran away
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She'll walk 'til she finds him her darlin' her stray
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But the river's in flood and the roads are awash
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And the bridges break up in the panic of loss
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And ther's nothin' to follow nowhere to go
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He's gone like the summer gone like the snow
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And the crickets are breaking her heart with their song
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As the day caves in and the night is all wrong
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Did she dream it was he who went galloping past
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And bent down the fern broke open the grass
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And printed the mud with the well-hammered shoe
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That she nailed to his speed in the dreams of her youth
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And altough he goes grazin' a minute away
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She tracjs him all night she tracks him all day
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And she's blind to his presence except to compare
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Her injury here with his punishment there
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Then at home on a branch on a high stream
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A songbird sings out so suddenly
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And the sun is warm and the soft winds ride
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On a willoe tree by the riverside
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An the world is sweet and world is wide
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And he's there where the light and the darkness divide
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And the steam's comin' off him he's huge and he's shy
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And he steps on the moon when he paws at the sky
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And he comes to her hand but he's nor really tame
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He longs to be lost she longs for the same
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And he'll boft and he'll plunge thru the first open pass
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To roll and to feed in the sweet mountain grass
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Or he'll make a break for the high plateau
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Where ther's nothing above and noting below
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It's time for their burden the wip and the spur
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Will she ride with him or will he ride with her
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So she binds herself to her galopping steed
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And he binds himself to the woman in need
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And there is no space just left and right
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And there is no time but there is day and night
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Then she learns on his neck and whispers low
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Whither thou goest I will go
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And they turn as one the head for the plain
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No need for the whipe oh no need for the rain
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Now the clasp of this union who fastens it tight
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Who snaps it asunder the very next night
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Some say it's him some say it's her
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Some say love's like smoke beyond all repair
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So my darlin' my darlin' just let go by
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That old silhouette on the great western sky
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And I'll pick out a tune and they'll move right along
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And they're gone like smoke and they're gone like this song
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Say a prayer for the cowgirl
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Ballad Of A Runaway Horse
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| Emmylou Harris |
