Intro :
In the e arly dawn a st allion white
P rances the hills in the m orning light.
His b ridle is p ainted with t hunder and g old
O rchids and dra gons p ale knights of old .
He is the h orse of the a ges p - as t.
And n ow the children run to see the s tallion on the h ill
B ringing bags of appl es and of c lover they have filled.
And the w hite horse tells his s tories
Of the da ys now past and g one
And the c hildren stand a- wondering
Beli eving every so ng.
How br ightly glows the p -ast.
When the s un is high comes a m are so red
A'tr ampling the graves of the li ving and dead.
Her m antle is h eavy with m irrors and g lass
A ll is refle cted when the r ed mare does p ass.
She is the h orse of the here and n - ow .
And n ow there is conf usion 'mongst the c hildren on the h ill.
They c ling to one a-n other and no l onger can be s till.
While the r ed mare's voice is t rembling
With a r are and mighty c all
The ch ildren start re-m embering
The b earers and the p all.
And though their m any-colored s weaters
Are re-f lected in the g lass
And though the s un shines down upo n them
They are fr ightened in the g rass.
How s tark is the here and n - ow .
When n ight does fall comes a s tallion black
so p roud and tall he n ever looks back.
He we ars him no e meralds s ilver or g old
not e ven a c overing to k eep him from c old.
He is the h orse of the years to c - om e.
And I will get me d own before this s teed upon my k nees
And s ing to him the s orrows of a t housand centur ies.
And the ch ildren now will s catter
as their m others call them h ome
for the s adness of the e vening horse
No c hild has ever k nown.
And I will hang about h im
a bell t hat's never rung
and t hank him for the many w ords
which f rom his throat have n ever sprung.
And I'll thank G od and all the a ngels
That the s tallion of the e vening
The bl ack horse of the f uture
comes to e arth but has no t o-ngu e.
