So beings a tale,
Of a lonesome midnight rider,
Who partnered with
The midnight gale,
And never met
The Latter.

Oh so long,
Had he been gone,
He scarecly knew the day,
Tired was he,
Who rode along,
With not a song to play.

Years went past,
The man strode on,
Eager to meet his love,
Whom he had travelled
So long and hard,
Never forgetting her touch.

Finally,
The daylight came,
The rider met his bride,
A ghastly day,
Of mostly black,
For she had met the tide.

And so the rider,
Galloped off,
Along his lonesome way,
Partnered with,
The midnight gale,
Never to see the day.