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THE PONY MAN
By Gordon Lightfoot
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When it's (G)midnight on the meadow and the (C)cats are in the (G)shed.
And the river tells a (C)story at the (G)window by my bed.
If you listen very closely, be as (C)quiet as you (G)can;
In the yard you'll (C)hear him, it (D)is The Pony (G)Man.
We're always there to greet him when he tumbles into town.
He leads a string of ponies some are white and some are brown.
And they never seem to kick or bite, they only want to play.
They live on candy and apples instead of oats and hay.
And when we are assembled he gives a soft command.
And we climb aboard our ponies as in a row they stand.
Then down the road we gallop and across the field we fly.
And soon we all go sailing off into the midnight sky.
And as we gaily rock along beside a ripplin' sea,
There's Tom and Dick and Sally and Mary Jo and me
And The Pony Man is leading 'cause he's travelled here before
And he gives a whoop and a hollar at Mister Moon's front door.
And then we stop to rest awhile where the soda river glides,
Up to the slip comes a pirate ship to take us for a ride.
And The Pony Man's the captain and the children are the crew.
And we go in search of treasure and laugh the whole night through.
And when the hold is filled with gold and the sails begin to strain,
And the deck's piled high with apple pie we head for port again.
Then down the whirling star case so swift our ponies fly.
And we're safely in our beds again when the sunbeams kiss the sky.
Repeat first verse.