Black horse running through the steady plain,
Bind my feet and carry me away.
Every Morning when the world is still,
I can hear 'em coming down that hill.
In my worried heart
I run circles round my grave,
And I won't find my peace
'til that black horse runs away.
High moon glowing like a silver pearl,
Go on, roll on over this old world.
All your sinners, all your hungry hounds,
Had me once but they don't have me now.
In my worried heart
I run circles round my grave,
And I won't find my peace
'til the high moon rolls away.
Shadows singin' in the dizzy pines,
Share their sorrows and their lullabys.
Once I followed, once I sang that tune,
Now I'm happy singin' my own blues.
In my worried heart
I run circles round my grave.
And I won't find my peace
'til those shadows fade away.

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