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
My old 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 in the chill
Of the new day dawning

Their hair long and grey
They had just one voice calling
Grey riders on the morning sky
The sun made diamonds of their road-weary eyes

That voice was calling
And it cut through the night
Come on boys, let her go

Grey riders on the morning sky
The sun made diamonds of their road-weary eyes
That voice was calling
And it cut through the night
Come on boys, let her go

The night was cold
And the rain came down
Outside the window, on the ground
My old hound dog was awoo

I was awaken by the sound
Of hoof beats pounding
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

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Writer(s): Neil Young