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Gordon Lightfoot |
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Miscellaneous |
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The Pony Man |
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When it's midnight on the meadow |
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And the cats are in the shed |
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And the river tells a story |
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At the window by my bed |
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If you listen very closely |
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Be as quiet as you can |
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In the yard you'll hear him |
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It is the pony man |
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We're always there to greet him |
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When he tumbles into town |
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He leads a string of ponies |
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Some are white and some are brown |
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And they never seem to kick or bite |
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They only want to play |
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And they live on candy apples |
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Instead of oats and hay |
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And when we're all assembled |
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He gives a soft command |
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And we climb aboard our ponies |
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As in a row the stand |
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Then down the road we gallop |
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And across the fields we fly |
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And soon we all go sailing off |
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Into the midnight sky |
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And as we gaily rock along |
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Beside a ripplin' sea |
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There's Tom 'n Dick 'n Sally |
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And Mary Joe and me |
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And the pony man is leading |
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Cause he's travelled here before |
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And he gives a whoop and a holler |
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At Mr. Moon's front door |
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And as we stop to rest a while |
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Where the soda river glides |
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Up to the slip comes a pirate ship |
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To take us for a ride |
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And the pony man's the captain |
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And the children are the crew |
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And we go in search of treasure |
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And laugh the whole night through |
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And when the hold is filled with gold |
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And the sails begin to strain |
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And the deck's piled high with apple pie |
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We head for port again |
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And down the whirling starcase |
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So swift our ponies fly |
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And we're safely in our beds again |
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When the sunbeams kiss the sky |
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When it's midnight on the meadow |
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And the cats are in the shed |
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And the river tells a story |
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At the window by my bed |
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If you listen very closely |
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Be as quiet as you can |
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In the yard you'll hear him |
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It is the pony man |
