| On a moonbeam there might come a spirit rider
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| Who’ll be watching for a flickering in the gloom
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| He will put a feeler out for love and welcome
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| And he just might cast a shadow across your room
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| I will scent out any evidence of danger
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| I will test the air around my sugar shack
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| If my heart knows you won’t treat it like a stranger
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| And if the fire is lit I’ll be riding back
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| Before you know it you will see a spirit rider
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| Cut me off babe and I’ll be gone
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| I will mount my high oh and I will ride off ma’m
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| And I’ll go on and on and on and on and on
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| The lies you lay in one ear will blow out the other
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| Let a storm rage on me on my outward tac
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| If I hear bluebirds I won’t go any farther
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| And if the sky gets clear I’ll be riding back
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| I will ramble, drift and range
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| And you’ll be walking round imaginary things upon the floors
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| Walk in circles 'round the reasons that have vanished
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| You’ll forget what doesn’t matter anymore
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| You might get a glimpse of me off in the distance
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| If you cry out I might hear you on the wind
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| And if the mountains echo your love to me
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| Wave your heart and I’ll be riding back again
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| Wave your heart and I’ll be riding back again |