Track 4: Ride on
arranged by The MacLeods
True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen
standing sixty one or two with eyes so wild and green.
And you ride the horse so well with hands light to the touch
I could never go with you, no matter how I wanted to.
Ride on, see you I could never go with you, no matter how I wanted to.
And when you ride into the night, without a trace behind
run you claws along me guts one last time.
I turned to face the empty space, where you used to lie
I looked to the spark to light the dark through the teardrop in my eye.