Around 1962-4 we sang something I believe was called:

CRY OH WINDS and it went something like this:

On a big black horse he can riding into town
On a big black horse rode he.
He talked of love with a smile upon his lips.
And he talked of live to me - talked to meeee.

Cry on winds that morn for me.
Cry with tears of rain for me.
With love and song he played a game.
My empty blackness I'm afraid to name.
O-o-o O-o-o O-o-o