Grey Riders

The night was cold

And the wind was howling

I was awaken by the sound

Of hoof beats pounding.

Outside the window, on the ground

Our hound dog was growling

Grey Riders flew across my lawn

I looked again and they all were gone.

That voice was calling

And it cut through the night

Come on boys, let her go.

Up on a hill

They rode in one long column

They were freezing with the chills

Of the new day dawning.

Their hair long and grey

They heard just one voice calling

Grey Riders on the morning sky,

The sun made diamonds

of their road-weary eyes.

That voice is calling

And it cut through the night

Come on boys, let her go.

The night was cold

And the wind was howling

I was awaken by the sound

Of hoof beats pounding.

Outside the window, on the ground

Our hound dog was growling

Grey Riders flew across my lawn

I looked again and they all were gone.

That voice was calling

And it cut through the night

Come on boys, let her go.

 Los jinetes grises  

La noche era fría

y el viento bramaba.

Me despertó el sonido

de unos cascos de caballo.

Al otro lado de la ventana, en el patio,

nuestro perro de caza gruñía.

Unos jinetes grises cruzaron raudos mi césped.

Volví a mirar y ya se habían ido.

Se oyó una voz

hiriendo la noche.

Venga chicos, dejadla ir.

En lo alto de una colina

iban en una larga columna,

ateridos por el frío

de los albores del nuevo día.

Su pelo era largo y cano

y oyeron la voz.

Unos jinetes grises al alba.

El sol hizo diamantes

sus ojos cansados por la marcha.

Se oyó una voz

hiriendo la noche.

Venga chicos, dejadla ir.

La noche era fría

y el viento bramaba.

Me despertó el sonido

de unos cascos de caballo.

Al otro lado de la ventana, en el patio,

nuestro perro de caza gruñía.

Unos jinetes grises cruzaron raudos mi césped.

Volví a mirar y ya se habían ido.

Se oyó una voz

hiriendo la noche.

Venga chicos, dejadla ir.

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