He Sees Horses
Hell come and freezes a devil on his back,
Poor Boy cried Jesus, “when you coming back?
Cos my heavens have faded and my moons turned a funny shade of black”
Tied up in Silver and held against his will,
But he sees clearer from high upon that hill,
He sees cold water ruching to a lake that is longing to be filled.
And theres nothing that he see clearer,
Than a vision that comes in the night,
Hes just holding on to a dream he has of horses as the take flight,
He sees white horses faithful and true,
The justice of judges, the sun beating through,
He sees mountains are shaking at the sound of the thunder in their hooves,
And theres nothing that he see clearer,
Than a vision that comes in the night,
Hes just holding on to a dream he has of horses as the take flight,