Every night without the light 
Or brightly shining low 
Silver trees and darkened leaves 
Blot the sky above 

As the yellow moon to the darkest night 
Turns to raging fire 
The road it bends and the darkness spins 
To voices in the choir 

I dream of horses and their kin 
Against the lovely night 
I dream of sand and sky and sin 
Against the pale blue light 

And everyone that feels at all 
Has got something to say 
About the way of southern ways 
Of every wild day