Gathered at the shore
 Dancing on their broken chains
 Ah, the ladies are no more
 In their blue jeans and their necklaces
 Against an evening sky
 But some of them are weeping
 Crying rider, please pass by

 The ship with all the riders
 Has drifted out to sea
 Compass cracked and stars unnamed
 It's lost to history
 And the riders in captivity
 Watch ancient waves roll high
 And hear the distant voices
 Crying rider, please pass by

 All you men who should have been
 Your fathers beat you down
 Your mothers loved you badly
 Your teachers stole your crowns
 And the wars you fought have taken toll
 The price was far too high
 You've buried all the images
 Of riders passing by

 The horses of the riders
 Have waited at the tide
 But years have passed, they know at last
 Their heroes will not ride
 So the women oh so gracefully
 Mount noble horses high
 Shattering the timelessness
 Of rider, please pass by

 But who can dare to judge us
 The women or the men?
 If freedom's wings shall not be clipped
 We all can love again
 So the choice is not of etiquette
 Or finding lonesome ways to die
 But liberty to ships at sea
 And riders passing by

 But liberty to ships at sea
 And riders passing by