Under the Phantom Moon
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โฑ๏ธ 4:02 duration
๐ ID: 4097945
๐ Lyrics
The high hawk knows where the rabbit goes
And the buzzard marks the kill
But few there be with eyes to see
The tall men riding still
We hark in vain on the speeding train
For an echo of hoofbeat thunder
And the yellow wheat is a winding sheet
For cattle trails plowed under
Hoofdust flies at the low moon's rise
And the bullbat's lonesome whir
Is an echoed note from the longhorn throat,
A steer as it were
Inch by inch, time draws the cinch,
Till the saddles creak no more
And they the lords of the cattle hordes
Shall tally a final score
Oh the tall men riding
Under the phantom moon
Oh the tall men riding
Hoofbeats like hammers of doom
This is the song that the night birds sing
As the phantom herds trail by
Horn by horn where the long plains throw
Flat miles to the sky
And this is the song that the night birds wail
Where the texas plains lie wide
Over the dust of a ghostly trail
Where the phantom tall men ride
And the buzzard marks the kill
But few there be with eyes to see
The tall men riding still
We hark in vain on the speeding train
For an echo of hoofbeat thunder
And the yellow wheat is a winding sheet
For cattle trails plowed under
Hoofdust flies at the low moon's rise
And the bullbat's lonesome whir
Is an echoed note from the longhorn throat,
A steer as it were
Inch by inch, time draws the cinch,
Till the saddles creak no more
And they the lords of the cattle hordes
Shall tally a final score
Oh the tall men riding
Under the phantom moon
Oh the tall men riding
Hoofbeats like hammers of doom
This is the song that the night birds sing
As the phantom herds trail by
Horn by horn where the long plains throw
Flat miles to the sky
And this is the song that the night birds wail
Where the texas plains lie wide
Over the dust of a ghostly trail
Where the phantom tall men ride
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.17] The high hawk knows where the rabbit goes
[00:39.16] And the buzzard marks the kill
[00:40.85] But few there be with eyes to see
[00:42.86] The tall men riding still
[00:44.33] We hark in vain on the speeding train
[00:46.44] For an echo of hoofbeat thunder
[00:48.16] And the yellow wheat is a winding sheet
[00:50.44] For cattle trails plowed under
[00:54.36] Hoofdust flies at the low moon's rise
[01:03.56] And the bullbat's lonesome whir
[01:05.05] Is an echoed note from the longhorn throat,
[01:07.12] A steer as it were
[01:08.61] Inch by inch, time draws the cinch,
[01:10.67] Till the saddles creak no more
[01:12.13] And they the lords of the cattle hordes
[01:14.45] Shall tally a final score
[01:18.43] Oh the tall men riding
[01:21.16] Under the phantom moon
[01:24.91] Oh the tall men riding
[01:28.65] Hoofbeats like hammers of doom
[01:33.04] This is the song that the night birds sing
[03:07.93] As the phantom herds trail by
[03:09.82] Horn by horn where the long plains throw
[03:11.92] Flat miles to the sky
[03:13.37] And this is the song that the night birds wail
[03:15.23] Where the texas plains lie wide
[03:16.95] Over the dust of a ghostly trail
[03:19.05] Where the phantom tall men ride
[03:24.65]
[00:39.16] And the buzzard marks the kill
[00:40.85] But few there be with eyes to see
[00:42.86] The tall men riding still
[00:44.33] We hark in vain on the speeding train
[00:46.44] For an echo of hoofbeat thunder
[00:48.16] And the yellow wheat is a winding sheet
[00:50.44] For cattle trails plowed under
[00:54.36] Hoofdust flies at the low moon's rise
[01:03.56] And the bullbat's lonesome whir
[01:05.05] Is an echoed note from the longhorn throat,
[01:07.12] A steer as it were
[01:08.61] Inch by inch, time draws the cinch,
[01:10.67] Till the saddles creak no more
[01:12.13] And they the lords of the cattle hordes
[01:14.45] Shall tally a final score
[01:18.43] Oh the tall men riding
[01:21.16] Under the phantom moon
[01:24.91] Oh the tall men riding
[01:28.65] Hoofbeats like hammers of doom
[01:33.04] This is the song that the night birds sing
[03:07.93] As the phantom herds trail by
[03:09.82] Horn by horn where the long plains throw
[03:11.92] Flat miles to the sky
[03:13.37] And this is the song that the night birds wail
[03:15.23] Where the texas plains lie wide
[03:16.95] Over the dust of a ghostly trail
[03:19.05] Where the phantom tall men ride
[03:24.65]