Escrita por Leonard Cohen, foi gravada entre abril e maio de 1979 e lançada no disco Recent songs, o sexto disco de Leonard. Foi produzida por Leonard Cohen e Henry Lewy. Leonard se inspirou em um texto chinês do século 12 chamado Ten bulls, que ele conheceu através de Joshu Sasaki. Tem também o uso de uma banda de Mariachi. Foi regravada por Emmylou Harris, entre outros artistas. Leonard cantou e tocou violão. Mitch Watkins, Ricardo Gonzalez e Filipe Peres tocaram guitarra. Everado Sandoval tocou “guitarrón”. Abraham Laboriel tocou baixo. John Lissaeur tocou piano. Garth Hudson tocou acordeon. Bill Ginn tocou piano elétrico. Steve Meador tocou bateria.
A letra:
Say
a prayer for the cowboy
His mare's run away
And he'll walk til
he finds her
His darling, his stray
But the river's in
flood
And the roads are awash
And the bridges break up
In
the panic of loss.
And there's nothing to follow
There's
nowhere to go
She's gone like the summer
Gone like the snow
And
the crickets are breaking
His heart with their song
As the day
caves in
And the night is all wrong
Did he dream, was it she
Who went
galloping past
And bent down the fern
Broke open the grass
And
printed the mud with
The iron and the gold
That he nailed to
her feet
When he was the lord
And although she goes grazing
A
minute away
He tracks her all night
He tracks her all day
Oh
blind to her presence
Except to compare
His injury here
With
her punishment there
Then at home on a branch
In the
highest tree
A songbird sings out
So suddenly
Ah the sun is
warm
And the soft winds ride
On the willow trees
By the
river side
Oh the world is sweet
The world is
wide
And she's there where
The light and the darkness
divide
And the steam's coming off her
She's huge and she's
shy
And she steps on the moon
When she paws at the sky
And she comes to his hand
But she's
not really tame
She longs to be lost
He longs for the same
And
she'll bolt and she'll plunge
Through the first open pass
To
roll and to feed
In the sweet mountain grass
Or she'll make a break
For the high
plateau
Where there's nothing above
And there's nothing
below
And it's time for the burden
It's time for the whip
Will
she walk through the flame
Can he shoot from the hip
So he binds himself
To the galloping
mare
And she binds herself
To the rider there
And there is
no space
But there's left and right
And there is no time
But
there's day and night
And he leans on her neck
And he
whispers low
"Whither thou goest
I will go"
And
they turn as one
And they head for the plain
No need for the
whip
Ah, no need for the rein
Now the clasp of this union
Who
fastens it tight?
Who snaps it asunder
The very next night
Some
say the rider
Some say the mare
Or that love's like the
smoke
Beyond all repair
But my darling says
"Leonard,
just let it go by
That old silhouette
On the great western
sky"
So I pick out a tune
And they move right along
And
they're gone like the smoke
And they're gone like this song
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