The Rider in the Sky

The rider in the sky

appeared on the crest

holding the dawn in one hand

and in the other, my life.

 

The brave man, the brave man

he’ll come this evening at nine

help him, Christ and the Virgin!

 

The rider on the mountain

appeared in the narrow streets

holding thunderbolts in one hand

and in the other, sighs.

 

The rider of the sky

brings the dawn with him,

he brings the hand that scatters

and the other hand that reaps.