Before dawn comes the cool wind
Oh, the solitude and the sun
Night riders in the distance
Oh, the horsemen they have come
When the last calvaryman come on home
I said ride, I said ride, ride on home
It’s
winter in the east
Oh, the land is frozen cold
There’s nothing left to harvest
To be bought or to be sold
When
the last calvaryman come on home
I said ride, I said ride, ride on home
Ancient bells ring out the time
Oh, the rain is sure to fall
There's nothing left to harvest
This ground grows none at all
When
the last calvaryman come on home
I said ride, I said ride, ride on home
Ride on home...
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