Riding, riding fast at midnight
Comes a horseman o 'er the plain
Pressing on to find a shelter
From the icy wind and rain
The night, the night was black,
the wind blew stronger
Winter's rage can freeze
the blood with cold
And as he rides along, he wonders
If he can outrace the blinding snow
So cold and weary of the saddle, as he rides he races with the wind,
hoping that the distant
The sunlight before him is someone
who will let a stranger in
The wind, its endless rage, grew wilder
No one could hear him knocking at the door
He called to them, the howling wind grew wilder,
his voice could not be heard above the roar.
The night, the night was black,
the wind blew stronger,
Winter's rage can freeze
the blood with cold
And with the morning light
they found him
Underneath the mountain of snow
So cold and weary of the saddle
When he felt the warmth
that heaven sent
He's resting now forever in the sunshine
The angels must have let the stranger in
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