(Leonard Cohen)



Say a prayer for the cowgirl her horse ran away

She'll walk 'til she finds him her darlin' her stray

But the river's in flood and the roads are awash

And the bridges break up in the panic of loss



And there's nothin' 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 it was 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 grazin' 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



An the world is sweet and world is wide

And he's there where the light and the darkness divide

And the steam's comin' 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 nor really tame

He longs to be lost she longs for the same

And he'll bolt and he'll plunge thru 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 noting 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 b