I rode down from my old town, solitary to the lowgrounds Where mystery lies beneath the fog line The shadow of spirits chasing light
When I rode through the black hills of blue Shaking in my boots Some kind of spectral sight
Who stood before my eyes in amazing blinding light? Thasunka witco on a pale horse to the sky Riding beneath the loneliest star
On a trail to the light I slowed down and tied My "heroine" around a tree near the hallowed ground In a thick haze of lost sunrays Tracks winding into a strangely calming fright
When I walked to thasunka witco Voices surrounding me, khoyakiphela he?
Who rode by my side through wind and rain all night? Thasunka witco on a stone horse to the sky Riding beneath the loneliest star On a trail to the light
