Four White Horses

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Robert Hunter

When a pistol crack from a bloodshot sky
Picks off each curse you dare to cry
when reason's light by love's dead flame
Shows no one but yourself to blame
When the well is empty if not yet dry
And the thirsty howl if you dare to cry
Bang their cups against your door
To drink your tears till you got no more

Four white horses will carry you home
Clear blue water will flow from stone
Four white horses who step so high
Swing down low now, bye and bye


When honey pours bitter and sugar turns black
and stings like scratches on a sunburned back
When all things sweet have lost their taste
And a well-meant smile just cracks like paste
when the crow on your cradle prophesies
That the day you're born is the day you die
And the lie there finally cold and dead
In the midnight hour of deepest dread

Four white horses will carry you home
Clear blue water will flow from stone
Four white horses who step so high
Swing down low now, bye and bye


Soon or later all things must pass
Four white horses come at last
One from Peter, one from Paul
One from Simon, one from Saul

Four white horses to carry you home
An angel to roll away your stone
Where time ain't nothing but a busted clock
Carry you home, you won't have to walk


Four white horses will carry you home
Clear blue water will flow from stone
Four white horses who step so high
Swing down low now, bye and bye