  Mount, mount in the morning dew; A man loved me when the world was new. Ride, ride while the dawn is cool: I was angry and he was a fool. Ride, ride through the shadows grey: I told him to go and he went away. Ride, ride through the sun’s first gold; I go alone now the world is old. Ride, ride, for your horse is good; He never came to me or understood. Ride, ride, and you’ll travel far; I tore my heart out and hid the scar. Ride with a man at your bridle-rein— My man never will come again. Ride, ride, for the sun is strong: O but a lonely road can be long! Ride, ride, for the light grows dim: What of the others? I wanted him. Home, home, for the tale is told: I was young and now I am old. |
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