Just like the fire of the wary old coals
Dying with an ice wintry blow
Just like the steam of a buffalo grass geyser
We fly we fly like the midnight rider

Just like the traitor in the prison of steal
Dreaming of warmth and a home cooked meal
Just like the sparrow and its little young crier
We fly we fly like the midnight rider

Just like wolves in the land of the eerie cold
Dreary and starving waiting for miracle
Just like the hawk circling the dyer
We fly we fly like the midnight rider

And just like the spring in our land of plenty
Dripping into the bowl that still stays empty
Just like the hunter’s arrow climbing higher
We fly we fly, like the midnight rider