Leonard Cohen

Say a prayer for the cowboy
His mares run away
And hell walk til he finds her
His darling, his stray
But the rivers in flood
And the roads are awash
And the bridges break up
In the panic of loss.
And theres nothing to follow
Theres nowhere to go
Shes gone like the summer
Gone like the snow
And the crickets are breaking
His heart with their song
As the day caves in
And the night is all wrong
Did he dream, was it she
Who went galloping past
And bent down the fern
Broke open the grass
And printed the mud with
The iron and the gold
That he nailed to her feet
When he was the lord
And although she goes grazing
A minute away
He tracks her all night
He tracks her all day
Oh blind to her presence
Except to compare
His injury here
With her punishment there
Then at home on a branch
In the highest tree
A songbird sings out
So suddenly
Ah the sun is warm
And the soft winds ride
On the willow trees
By the river side
Oh the world is sweet
The world is wide
And shes there where
The light and the darkness divide
And the steams coming off her
Shes huge and shes shy
And she steps on the moon
When she paws at the sky