Tell me, what's that coming yonder?
Tell me, what's that coming yonder?
Through the night comes a horse with no rider
Early in the evening, when the moon hangs low
Early in the evening, when the moon hangs low
That's when the old folks told me, somebody's got to go
Broken dreams, torn down shacks
Broken dreams, torn down shacks
Once that horse gets his rider, he don't look back
They say he's blind, but I feel he sees
They say he's blind, but I feel he sees
Won't somebody tell me, who will his rider be?
Tell me, what's that coming yonder?
Tell me, what's that coming yonder?
Through the night comes a horse with no rider
Through the night comes a horse with no rider
Through the night comes a horse with no rider
