Four black horses without riders
Galloped the Alberta plain;
Four black horses, sent from Depot
To bring the boys home again.
Four black horses with empty saddles
Race the cold prairie sun;
Four black horses arrive at the farmyard
As the last bullet leaves the gun.
Four black horses stand with heads bowed
Wait til the echoes subside;
Four black horses turn as they're mounted,
Now their heads held high with pride.
Four mounted policemen take hold of the reins
Spur their mounts holding lances high;
Four black horses, red serge in the saddles,
Disappear in the Alberta sky.
by Jim McGregor
