The Gray Riders
Out of the sunrise, at the dawn of day;
Thunder of hoof beats, coming our way.
A sight such as this, we had to behold;
Not in a lifetime, is what we were told.
Off in the distance, come now what may;
Like out of the past, these riders in gray.
It never could happen, nor should it be;
Yet we behold, and now we could see.
Horsemen they rode, from out of the night;
In glory and honor, from out of the night.
They passed us so bravely, as never before;
We couldn't help wonder, what was in store.
They rode with the wind, with little to say;
These riders of Dixie, at the coming of day.
Now we were seeing, in galloping stride;
Power and glory, of our Southern pride.
See the gray riders, come like a crowd;
Their gallant legions, make us so proud.
If ever we eed them, this is the day;
Ride like the wind, into the fray.
Heavenly father, grant us the might;
Roll back our foe, in panic and flight.
God in your wisdom, permit us the way;
Send us our soldiers, the Riders in Gray.
Written by Thomas E. Quinn.