At eventide they gather
Round the old abandoned barn
Ghosts of eons long gone by,
Phantoms of the farm.
Plodding hooves and tinkling bell
Silent as a dream
From pastures long o'er grown they come
To water at the stream.
Old scattered bones bleached white,
Red stains upon the snow
Flashing fangs, an eerie howl
Drift in from long ago.
In empty dovecotes shadows drift,
The winds so softly moan,
A pinto's whinny echoes near
To call a filly home.
Then in the haze of early morn
They fade into the light
A shimmering mist to drift again
Back to another night.
Onward, onward runs the river
Over rapids - laughs with glee
'Round the bends of rocks and sand bars
Onward, onward to the sea
Whispers softly in the shadows
Weeping 'neath the willow tree
Lingers longing in the deep pools
Begging, begging - follow me
Follow me in golden moon lite
Thru the meadows lazily
Where the mint and sweet grass linger
Softly on the summer breeze,
Follow me thru flowered canyons
Where the lazy honeybee
Softly sips the fragrant nectar
Of the wild spearmint tea
Onward, onward toward the river
Calling, calling follow me
I will guide you o'er life's trap line
To the calm and mystic sea.
