Pale rider, pale rider On the horizon far away Grey morning, slow rising How far off is hard to say I can hear him in the meadow Sometimes he crosses in the day I mostly hear his horse in the wee small hours Then he's gone before daybreak Pale rider, pale rider On the horizon far away Grey morning, slow rising How far off is hard to say I do not wait for his arrival Or his low rap upon my door I mostly see his horse turning round and heading north Calling somewhere else for sure Pale rider, pale rider On the horizon far away Grey morning, slow rising How far off is hard to say I think I hear you as each new year is due And the gateman locks up another year But its just the north wind passing on warnings About a night and a knock so clear Pale rider, pale rider On the horizon far away Grey morning, slow rising How far off is hard to say Pale rider's on the way