Say a prayer for the cowboy, his mare's run away And he'll walk till he finds her, his darling, his stray But the river's in flood and the roads are awash And the bridges break up in the panic of loss And there's nothing to follow, there's nowhere to go She's gone like the summer, gone like the snow And the crickets are breaking his heart with their song As the day caves in and the night is all wrong Did he dream, was it she who went galloping past And bent down the fern and broke open the grass And printed the mud with the iron and the gold That he nailed to her feet when he was the lord And although she goes grazing a minute away He tracks her all night and he tracks her all day Oh blind to her presence except to compare His injury here with her punishment there Then at home on his branch in the highest tree A songbird sings out so suddenly Oh the sun is warm and the soft winds ride On the willow trees by the riverside Oh the world is sweet and the world is wide And she's there where the light and the darkness divide And the steam's coming off her, she's huge and she's shy And she steps on the moon when she paws at the sky And she comes to his hand but she's not really tame She longs to be lost and he longs for the same And she'll bolt and she'll plunge through the first open pass To roll and to feed in the sweet mountain grass Or she'll make a break for the high plateau Where there's nothing above and there's nothing below And it's time for their burden, it's time for the whip Will she walk through the flame, can he shoot from the hip So he binds himself to the galloping mare And she binds herself to the rider there And there is no space but there's left and right And there is no time but there's day and night And he leans on her neck and he whispers low Wither thou goest, I will go And they turn as one and they head for the plain No need for the whip, no need for the rein Now the clasp of this union who fastens it tight Who snaps it asunder the very next night Some say the rider, some say the mare Or that love's like the smoke, beyond all repair But my darling says, Leonard, just let it go by That old silhouette on the great Western sky So I pick out a tune and they move right along And they're gone like the smoke and they're gone like this song