Ballad Of A Runaway Horse

(section edited to keep me from incriminating myself)

I’ve been trying to cool out by listening to music. Although I don’t care for country music, this is a gorgeous song, pure poetry:

Ballad Of A Runaway Horse
Emmylou Harris, written by Leonard Cohen

Say a prayer for the cowgirl her horse ran away
She’ll walk til she finds him her darling her stray
But the rivers in flood and the roads are awash
And the bridges break up in the panic of loss
And there’s nothing to follow nowhere to go
He’s gone like the summer, gone like the snow
And the crickets are breaking her heart with their song
As the day caves in and the night is all wrong
Did she dream was it he who went galloping past
And bent down the fern, broke open the grass
And printed the mud with the well-hammered shoe
That she nailed to his speed in the dreams of her youth
And although he goes grazing a minute away
She tracks him all night she tracks him all day
And she’s blind to his presence except to compare
Her injury here with his punishment there
Then at home on a branch on a high stream
A songbird sings out so suddenly
And the sun is warm and the soft winds ride
On a willow tree by the riverside
All the world is sweet and the world is wide
He’s there where the light and the darkness divide
And the steam’s coming off him, he’s huge and he’s shy
And he steps on the moon when he paws at the sky
And he comes to her hand but he’s not really tame
He longs to be lost she longs for the same
And he’ll bolt and he’ll plunge through the first open pass
To roll and to feed in the sweet mountain grass
Or he’ll make a break for the high plateau
Where there’s nothing above and nothing below
It’s time for their burden the whip and the spur
Will she ride with him or will he ride with her
So she binds herself to her galloping steed
And he binds himself to the woman in need
And there is no space just left and right
And there is no time but there is day and night
And she leans on his neck and whispers low
Whither thou goest I will go
And they turn as one and they head for the plain
No need for the whip or no need for the rein
Now the clasp of this union who fastens it tight
Who snaps it asunder the very next night
Some say it’s him some say it’s her
Some say love’s like smoke beyond all repair
So my darling my darling just let it go by
That old silhouette on the great western sky
And I’ll pick out a tune and they’ll move right along
And they’re gone like smoke and they’re gone like this song
Say a prayer for the cowgirl

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