In the distance of the mountain plains,
A galloping was heard,
In the dead of night, full moon,
A galloping was heard.
It drew away, got softer,
The galloping was hear.

In the misty twilight darkness,
A soft shadow was seen,
In the sunset fog tonight,
A soft shadow was seen,
The shadow gradually disappeared,
The softer shadow seen.

In the stillness of the dew,
A wilder herd was smelled,
In the motionless evening,
A wilder herd was smelled,
It moved away with the wind,
The wilder herd was smelled.

In the black and white today,
A horse’s fear was felt,
In the mountains on a ranch,
A horse’s fear was felt,
As calm set in, the fear was gone
The horse’s fear was felt.