Crow: Midnight Rider

The night before was dark and stormy.
The rain it fell like hooves,
And while the lightnin’ flashed,
The thunder sang, to the pale and changin’ dunes.

For those who saw and also believed
What I beheld that night,
There was no turni’ back and no kind of relief:
Just a feelin’ that, here comes a fight.

When the Midnight Rider come over the hill
On his great black billowin’ steed,
He raised up his hand and motioned with his lance
For all of the wise to stand clear.

Then he came on toward me and lifted me up,
Into the fold of his coat.
When he pointed to the horizon I dumbly beheld
The crashin’ waves on the coast.

He said, "That's where I come from,
Yeah, that's where I live,
And we're homeward bound tonight.
There's a place there for you, out of this storm,
So hang on tight now for your life."

Over the moors we silently galloped,
Never missin’ a step,
While the ones left behind,
Their teeth all a’chatter,
Were pitifully cryin’ for help.

Then I must have dozed off, or been preoccupied,
For it seemed that I woke with a start.
All that lay before me was a beautiful mornin’,
left behind, a tragic wrench to my heart.

The Midnight Rider set me down and said,
"The heart of a wave is its foam."
I looked around, then I met with his eyes,
And I knew, at last, I was home.

I watched the poundin’ waves crash on the beach
And a song not my own filled my head.
When I turned ‘round to tell him, the Rider was gone
So I sang to the waves instead!

Be at peace with yourself, on your Mountain of Dreams.
The River of Sorrow is all dry.
Be at peace with yourself amidst the cool mountain streams.
Nobody's chains hold you now.