Fair White Steed

6/8 The White Steeds 11/2002

1) My fine white horse of Gregorian

All fleet and straight was he

His coat it was the finest silk

His eye, deep as the sea

My hands all tangled in his mane

The hillsides and fields we did travel

Through his ears from upon his back

I saw all the roads unravel

2) But he fell ill and he could not rise

He’d no longer run cross the land

Hard-pressed was I to end his cries...

Slain by the hand of man

O roll you thunders and fill the sky

For like your lightnings he did fly

And twas once upon his back I clung

My fine white horse of Gregorian

3) Pray, hear, high King of heaven

It is gracious you may be

For You paid too, by the hand of man

So I bequeath him to Thee

Lo I saw it writ in your deeds

Your titles make me to sing

For all they ride upon fair white steeds

Those accompanying you do bring

4) All upon the silken horses

A riding you return

When down falls the earthen fortress

And all of man’s handiworks burn

O roll you thunders and fill the sky

Thunder of hooves o’er the land

As deep as the sea the fiery eye

The fair white steeds so grand

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For my heart is all wrapped up in him

All the hillsides I did see

Through his ears and on his back

It is him I give to thee

It was staggers took him down

No more to go a roaming

O’er hill or into town

And his life it ended short

By the hand of man;

Though you weep and cry

And do all that you can

Oh roll you thunders

Fill the sky

For like your lightnings

He did fly

Ad twas once I clung 

Upon his back

My fine white horse

Of Gregorian