There's a rusty stirrup, a rotting bandolier An old Martini-Henry from history's frontier In the state museum those pictures on the wall Look as if they're living - they never died at all
They ride, ride, ride, ride, ride Like those men of yesterday And they ride, ride, ride, ride, ride Ride in the name of Grey
Let fantom band of horsemen riding in the sky Sentries of the spirit they never will let die Their long and lonely vigil hasn't been in vain The spirit has awakened the horsemen ride again
They ride, ride, ride, ride, ride Like those men of yesterday And they ride, ride, ride, ride, ride Ride in the name of Grey
There's a shining stirrup, the loaded magazine An automatic rifle, the suit of jungle green There's a band of horsemen riding on patrol Fighting from the saddle like in days of old
They ride, ride, ride, ride, ride Like those men of yesterday And they ride, ride, ride, ride, ride Ride in the name of Grey