In the early dawn
A stallion white
Prances the hills
In the morning light
His bridle is painted
With thunder and gold
Orchids and dragons
Pale knights of old
He´s the horse of the ages past
And now the children run
To see the stallion [C7]on [C7]the hill
Bringing bags of apples
And of clover they have filled
And the white horse
Tells his stories
Of the days
Now passed and [Bm]gone
And the children stand [Bm]
A-wondering
Believing
Every song
How brightly glows the past
When the sun is high
Comes a mare so ɾed
A-tɾampling the graves
Of the living and [Bm]dead
Her mantle is heavy
With mirrors and [Bm]glass
All is ɾeflected
When the ɾed mare does pass
She´s the horse of the here and [Bm]now
And now there is confusion [C7]
´mongst the children on [C7]the hill
They cling to [C7]one another
And no longer can be [Am]still
While the ɾed mare´s
Voice is tɾembling
With a ɾare and [Bm]
Mighty call
The children
Start ɾemembering
The bearers
And the the pall
And though their
Many-colored sweaters
Are ɾeflecting
In the glass
And though the sun
Shines down upon [C7]them
They are frightened
In the grass
How stark is the here and [Bm]now
When the night does fall
Comes a stallion [C7]black
So proud and [Bm]tall
He never looks back
He wears him no emaralds
Silver or gold
Not even a covering
To keep him from cold
He´s the horse of the years to [C7]come
And I will get me down
Before this steed upon [C7]my [A]knees
And sing to [C7]him the sorrows
Of a thousand [Bm]centuries
And the children
Now will scatter
As their mothers
Call [Em]them [A]home
For the sadness
Of the evening horse
No child
Has ever known
And I will
Hang about him
A bell that´s
Never ɾung
And thank him
For the many words
Which from his throat
Have never sprung
And I´ll thank God
And all [Em]the angels
That the stallion [C7]
Of the evening
The black horse
Of the future
Comes to [C7]earth but has no tongue
