Gordon Lightfoot The Pony Man
When it's mid-night on the meadow
and the cats are in the shed,
And the river tells a story
at the window by my bed,
If you listen very closely
be as quiet as you can,
In the yard you'll hear him,
you'll hear the pony man
He always comes to see us
when he tumbles into town,
He leads a string of ponies,
Some are white & some are brown.
And they never seem to kick or bite,
they always want to play,
And they live on candy apples
instead of oats and hay
And when we are assembled
and he gives us our command,
We climb aboard our ponies,
as in a row they stand
And down the road we gallop
and across the fields we glide,
And soon we all go sailing off
into the mid-night sky
And as we gaily rock along
beside a rippling stream,
There's Tom & Dick & Sally,
and Mary Jo & me
And the pony man is leading
cause he's traveled here before,
And he gives a hoop & a holler,
at Mr. Moon's front door
And when the hold is filled with gold
and the sails begin to strain,
And the deck's piled high with apple pie
we head for port again
So down a swirling star case
Those swift, dark ponies fly
And we're safely in our beds again
When the sunbeams kiss the sky
When it's mid-night on the meadow
and the cats are in the shed,
And the river tells a story
at the window by my bed
If you listen very closely
be as quiet as you can,
In the yard you'll hear him,
You'll hear the pony man.
