Pale Rider

Pale rider, pale rider
On the horizon far away
Grey morning, slow rising
How far off is hard to say

I can hear him in the meadow
Sometimes he crosses in the day
I mostly hear his horse in the wee small hours
Then he's gone before daybreak

Pale rider, pale rider
On the horizon far away
Grey morning, slow rising
How far off is hard to say

I do not wait for his arrival
Or his low rap upon my door
I mostly see his horse turning round and heading north
Calling somewhere else for sure

Pale rider, pale rider
On the horizon far away
Grey morning, slow rising
How far off is hard to say

I think I hear you as each new year is due
And the gateman locks up another year
But its just the north wind passing on warnings
About a night and a knock so clear

Pale rider, pale rider
On the horizon far away
Grey morning, slow rising
How far off is hard to say

Pale rider's on the way