You used to carry the flag You were the soldier You used to head the point You were the older You used to fight for peace War was no stranger You used to walk the line Right into danger The wind cries Dead in the saddle
You used to hold me up When you were younger You had the coldest eyes They put me under You weren’t they only one Who felt like crying You weren’t the only one Who felt like dying The wind dries Dead in the saddle
You used to stare the night For distant thunder You used to have a look That made me wonder You held the hand of death When you rode into battle As you rode like the wind You could hear deaths rattle The wind cries Dead in the saddle