| Song | Ghostriders In The Sky |
| Artist | Die Apokalyptischen Reiter |
| Album | Friede sei mit Dir |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| An old cowpoke went riding out one hot and windy day, | |
| Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way, | |
| When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw, | |
| A plowin through the ragged skies, and up the cloudy draw. | |
| Yip-i-ya-a, Yip-i-ya-o, Ghost riders in the sky. | |
| Their brands were still on fire and their hoofs were made of steel. | |
| Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel. | |
| A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky. | |
| For as he saw the riders comin hard, he could hear their mournful cry. | |
| Yip-i-ya-a, Yip-i-ya-o, Ghost riders in the sky. | |
| Their face were gaunt, their eyes were blurred, | |
| Their shirts all soaked with sweat, | |
| They're riding hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught him yet. | |
| They've got to ride forevermore on the range up in the sky, | |
| On horses snorting fire and as they ride, I hear them cry. | |
| Yip-i-ya-a, Yip-i-ya-o, Ghost riders in the sky. | |
| And as the riders loped on by he heard one call his name, | |
| If you want to save your soul from hell a ridin on the range, | |
| Then cowboy better change your ways or with us you will ride, | |
| Trying to catch the devil's herd across the endless skies. | |
| Yip-i-ya-a, Yip-i-ya-o, Ghost riders in the sky. |
| An old cowpoke went riding out one hot and windy day, | |
| Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way, | |
| When all at once a mighty herd of redeyed cows he saw, | |
| A plowin through the ragged skies, and up the cloudy draw. | |
| Yipiyaa, Yipiyao, Ghost riders in the sky. | |
| Their brands were still on fire and their hoofs were made of steel. | |
| Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel. | |
| A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky. | |
| For as he saw the riders comin hard, he could hear their mournful cry. | |
| Yipiyaa, Yipiyao, Ghost riders in the sky. | |
| Their face were gaunt, their eyes were blurred, | |
| Their shirts all soaked with sweat, | |
| They' re riding hard to catch that herd, but they ain' t caught him yet. | |
| They' ve got to ride forevermore on the range up in the sky, | |
| On horses snorting fire and as they ride, I hear them cry. | |
| Yipiyaa, Yipiyao, Ghost riders in the sky. | |
| And as the riders loped on by he heard one call his name, | |
| If you want to save your soul from hell a ridin on the range, | |
| Then cowboy better change your ways or with us you will ride, | |
| Trying to catch the devil' s herd across the endless skies. | |
| Yipiyaa, Yipiyao, Ghost riders in the sky. |
| An old cowpoke went riding out one hot and windy day, | |
| Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way, | |
| When all at once a mighty herd of redeyed cows he saw, | |
| A plowin through the ragged skies, and up the cloudy draw. | |
| Yipiyaa, Yipiyao, Ghost riders in the sky. | |
| Their brands were still on fire and their hoofs were made of steel. | |
| Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel. | |
| A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky. | |
| For as he saw the riders comin hard, he could hear their mournful cry. | |
| Yipiyaa, Yipiyao, Ghost riders in the sky. | |
| Their face were gaunt, their eyes were blurred, | |
| Their shirts all soaked with sweat, | |
| They' re riding hard to catch that herd, but they ain' t caught him yet. | |
| They' ve got to ride forevermore on the range up in the sky, | |
| On horses snorting fire and as they ride, I hear them cry. | |
| Yipiyaa, Yipiyao, Ghost riders in the sky. | |
| And as the riders loped on by he heard one call his name, | |
| If you want to save your soul from hell a ridin on the range, | |
| Then cowboy better change your ways or with us you will ride, | |
| Trying to catch the devil' s herd across the endless skies. | |
| Yipiyaa, Yipiyao, Ghost riders in the sky. |