| Just looking around the sky
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| And trying to reason why
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| The feeling is right for someone to appear
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| He’s never been seen before
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| But he’s somewhere out there, I’m sure
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| And he talks in a whisper that most don’t even hear
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| A silver white man on a silver white horse
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| And I think that I’m going to meet him
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| A silver white man on a silver white horse
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| And I’ll hope I’ll be able to greet him
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| He watches us night and day
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| Whatever we do or say
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| His only concern is rightning all the wrong
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| Because of the way they decreed
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| He must stay on his silver white steed
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| Try to find out the people who belong
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| A silver white man on a silver white horse
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| And I hope that he’s coming to see me
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| A silver white man on a silver white horse
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| And I hope he’ll be able to see me
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| He watches us night and day
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| Whatever we do or say
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| His only concern is rightning all the wrong
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| Because of the way they decreed
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| He’s gonna stay on his silver white steed
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| And try to find out the people who belong
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| A silver white man on a silver white horse
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| And I hope that he’s coming to see me
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| A silver white man on a silver white horse
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| And I hope he’ll be able to see me |