Remember the morning got spurred your great stallion
sparkling in gold and silver and gray,
With many a boast of vengeance and valor,
and many a promise of marriage someday.
Ride away to new lands of wonder,
Ride away at the close of the day
wind and rain, the wide open thunder,
oh think of me as you ride away
Now all our standards in battle have fallen;
The young men so seldom homeward repair;
The great hall is empty and now it seems haunted
By memories of loved ones who once gathered there.
Ride away to new lands of wonder,
Ride away at the close of the day
wind and rain, the wide open thunder,
oh think of me as you ride away
Your father who loves you so often speaks of you;
Your mother lies sleeping where the magnolias bend;
Your brother has gone with a roving sea captain,
While I'm waiting here for some word you might send.
Ride away to new lands of wonder,
Ride away at the close of the day
wind and rain, the wide open thunder,
oh think of me as you ride away
The moonlight is falling through high broken columns -
Old Longtree in ruins -- so silent and proud;
The garden where lately we wandered together
Is all overgrown with new brambles now.
sparkling in gold and silver and gray,
With many a boast of vengeance and valor,
and many a promise of marriage someday.
Ride away to new lands of wonder,
Ride away at the close of the day
wind and rain, the wide open thunder,
oh think of me as you ride away
Now all our standards in battle have fallen;
The young men so seldom homeward repair;
The great hall is empty and now it seems haunted
By memories of loved ones who once gathered there.
Ride away to new lands of wonder,
Ride away at the close of the day
wind and rain, the wide open thunder,
oh think of me as you ride away
Your father who loves you so often speaks of you;
Your mother lies sleeping where the magnolias bend;
Your brother has gone with a roving sea captain,
While I'm waiting here for some word you might send.
Ride away to new lands of wonder,
Ride away at the close of the day
wind and rain, the wide open thunder,
oh think of me as you ride away
The moonlight is falling through high broken columns -
Old Longtree in ruins -- so silent and proud;
The garden where lately we wandered together
Is all overgrown with new brambles now.
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