Say a praAyer for the cowboy his mare's run away
And he'll waDlk till he finds her his darling his stray
But the riAver's in flood and the roads are awash
And the briEdges break up in the paDnic of loAss
And thereA's nothing to follow there's nowhere to go
She's gone lDike the summer gone like the snow
And the crAickets are breaking his heart with their song
As the day Ecaves in and the nigDht is Aall wrong
Did he drAeam was it she who went galloping past
And bent dowDn the fern and broke open the grass
And printeAd the mud with the iron and the gold
That he naiEled to her feet whenD he waAs the lord
And althoAugh she goes grazing a minute away
He tracks heDr all night and he tracks her all day
Oh blind tAo her presence except to compare
His injury Ehere with her punishDment tAhere
Then at hAome on his branch in the highest tree
A songbird sDings out so suddenly
Oh the sunA is warm and the soft winds ride
On the willEow trees by the riveDrsidAe
Oh the woArld is sweet and the world is wide
And she's thDere where the light and the darkness divide
And the stAeam's coming off her she's huge and she's shy
And she steEps on the moon when Dshe paAws at the sky
And she cAomes to his hand but she's not really tame
She longs toD be lost and he longs for the same
And she'llA bolt and she'll plunge through the first open pass
To roll andE to feed in the sweeDt mounAtain grass
Or she'llA make a break for the high plateau
Where there'Ds nothing above and there's nothing below
And it's tAime for their burden it's time for the whip
Will she waElk through the flamDe can Ahe shoot from the hip
So he binAds himself to the galloping mare
And she bindDs herself to the rider there
And there Ais no space but there's left and right
And there iEs no time but there'Ds day Aand night
And he leAans on her neck and he whispers low
Wither thou Dgoest I will go
And they tAurn as one and they head for the plain
No need forE the whip no need fDor theA rein
Now the cAlasp of this union who fastens it tight
Who snaps itD asunder the very next night
Some say tAhe rider some say the mare
Or that lovEe's like the smoke DbeyondA all repair
But my daArling says Leonard just let it go by
That old silDhouette on the great Western sky
So I pick Aout a tune and they move right along
And they'reE gone like the smokeD and tAhey're gone like this song