In the still darkness of the night
while the blue moon shines bright
the ghost horses are milling about
in the gated pen, where they are held
In the woodland lands of the Cherokee
A great wind comes about and the clouds
begin to move, the moon lights up the night
as it is always meant to do
one horse he is very strong and brave
he is there to always lead the way
with his hooves reared up the gate he does crash
to lead the others out to search the distance of the earth
and be on their way to the great sky land
some spirits they do take on their journey home
once they return again, they will bring to us
the ancestor's home.
Ah Ho!
Windsong
Copyright August 10, 2004
