The night was cold
  And the wind was howling
  I was awaken by the sound
  Of hoof beats pounding.
    Outside the window,
  on the ground
  Our hound dog was growling
  Grey Riders flew across my lawn
  I looked again
  and they all were gone.
    That voice was calling
  And it cut through the night
  Come on boys, let her go.
    Up on a hill
  They rode in one long column
  They were freezing with the chills
  Of the new day dawning.
    Their hair long and grey
  They heard just one voice calling
  Grey Riders on the morning sky,
  The sun made diamonds
  of their road-weary eyes.
    That voice is calling
  And it cut through the night
  Come on boys, let her go.
    The night was cold
  And the wind was howling
  I was awaken by the sound
  Of hoof beats pounding.
    Outside the window, on the ground
  Our hound dog was growling
  Grey Riders flew across my lawn
  I looked again
  and they all were gone.
    That voice was calling
  And it cut through the night
  Come on boys, let her go.