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.