The 1861 Project - Horse Without A Rider Lyrics
Hungry and half dead, hurting with each steplike a vision rising from the Morning mistThey never would have thought he’d be coming home – like thisIt’s a horse without a riderIt’s a solemn silhouetteThey all know what it meansIt’s the moment they did dreadThey watch him walking woundedSo weary and so braveIt’s a horse without a riderAnd a soldier in a graveThey never got a letter to tell them of the newsSo with each passing day, they’d hope and they would prayBut in a rich man’s war and a poor man’s fightThey finally got an answer in the painful morning lightIt’s a horse without a riderIt’s a solemn silhouetteThey all know what it meansit’s the moment they did dreadthey watch him walking woundedso weary and so braveit’s a horse without a riderand a soldier in a grave