Every night without the light 

Or brightly shining low 

Silver trees and darkened leaves 

Blot the sky above 

As the yellow moon to the darkest night 

Turns to raging fire 

The road it bends and the darkness spins 

To voices in the choir 



I dream of horses and their kin 

Against the lovely night 

I dream of sand and sky and sin 

Against the pale blue light 

And everyone that feels at all 

Has got something to say 

About the way of southern ways 

Of every wild day