Horses and Their Kin

Lyrics

Every night without a light or brightly shining low Silver trees and darkened leaves blot the sky above As the yellow moon to the darkest night, it 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 a lovely night I dream of sand and sky and sin against the pale moonlight Everyone that feels at all has got something to say About the wayward southern ways of every wild day