THROUGH
THE WOODLAND
THROUGH THE VALLEY
COMES A HORSEMAN
WILD AND FREE
TILTING AT
THE WINDMILLS PASSING
WHO CAN
THE YOUNG BRAVE
HORSEMAN BE
HE IS WILD
BUT HE IS MELLOW
HE IS STRONG
BUT HE IS WEAK
HE IS CRUEL
BUT HE IS GENTLE
HE IS WISE
BUT HE IS MEEK
REACHING FOR
HIS SADDLEBAG
HE TAKES
A BATTERED BOOK
INTO HIS HAND
AND STANDING LIKE
A PROPHET BOLD
HE SHOUTS
ACROSS THE OCEAN
TO THE SHORE
TILL HE CAN SHOUT
NO MORE
I HAVE COME O'ER
MOOR AND MOUNTAIN
LIKE A HAWK
UPON THE WING
I WAS ONCE
A SHINING KNIGHT
WHO WAS THE GUARDIAN
OF A KING
I HAVE SEARCHED
THE WHOLE WORLD OVER
LOOKING FOR
A PLACE TO SLEEP
I HAVE SEEN
THE STRONG SURVIVE
AND I HAVE SEEN
THE LEAN GROW WEAK
SEE THE CHILDREN
OF THE EARTH
WHO WAIT TO FIND
THE TABLE BARE
SEE THE GENTRY
IN THE COUNTRY
RIDING OFF
TO TAKE THE HEIR
REACHING FOR
HIS SADDLEBAG
HE TAKES
A RUSTY SWORD
INTO HIS HAND
THEN STRIKING UP
A KNIGHTLY POSE
HE SHOUTS
ACROSS THE OCEAN
TO THE SHORE
TILL HE CAN SHOUT
NO MORE
SEE THE JAILER
WITH HIS KEY
WHO LOCKS AWAY
ALL TRACE OF SIN
SEE THE JUDGE
UPON THE BENCH
WHO TRIES THE CASES
BEST HE CAN
SEE THE WISE
AND WICKED ONES
WHO FEED UPON
LIFE'S SACRED FIRE
SEE THE SOLDIER
WITH HIS GUN
WHO MUST BE DEAD
TO BE ADMIRED
SEE THE MAN
WHO TIPS THE NEEDLE
SEE THE MAN
WHO BUYS AND SELLS
SEE THE MAN
WHO PUTS THE COLLAR
ON THE ONES
WHO DARE NOT TELL
SEE THE DRUNKARD
IN THE TAVERN
STANDING GOLD
TO MAKE ENDS MEET
SEE THE YOUTH
IN GHETTO BLACK
CONDEMNED TO LIFE
UPON THE STREET
REACHING FOR
HIS SADDLEBAG
HE TAKES
A TARNISHED CROSS
INTO HIS HAND
AND STANDING LIKE
A PREACHER NOW
HE SHOUTS
ACROSS THE OCEAN
TO THE SHORE
THEN IN A BLAZE
OF TANGLED HOOVES
HE GALLOPS OFF
ACROSS THE DUSTY PLAIN
IN VAIN TO SEARCH AGAIN
WHERE NO ONE
WILL HEAR
THROUGH
THE WOODLAND
THROUGH THE VALLEY
COMES A HORSEMAN
WILD AND FREE
TILTING AT
THE WINDMILLS PASSING
WHO CAN
THE BRAVE YOUNG
HORSEMAN BE
HE IS WILD
BUT HE IS MELLOW
HE IS STRONG
BUT HE IS WEAK
HE IS CRUEL
BUT HE IS GENTLE
HE IS WISE
BUT HE IS MEEK