Ben Lyon-歌词

Riders in the Sky - Bing Crosby (本·考斯比)/Ben Lyon

An old cowpoke went ridin'

Out one dark and windy day

Upon a ridge he resred

As he went along his way

When all at once a mighty

Herd of red-eyed cows he saw

A-ploughin' through the

Ragged skies and up a cloudy draw

Yippy-I-Ay (Yippy-I-Ay) yippy-I-oh (yippy-I-oh)

A ghost herd in the sky

Their brands were still on fire and their

Hooves were made of steel

Their horns were black and shiny and their

Hot breath he could feel

O bolt of fear went through

Him as they thundered through the sky

For he saw the riders comin' hard

And he heard their mournful cry

Yippy-I-Ay (Yippy-I-Ay) yippy-I-oh (yippy-I-oh)

Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt their eyes were

Blurred and shirts all soaked with sweat

They're ridin' hard to catch that herd

But they ain't caught them yet

'Cause they've got to ride

For ever on that range up in the sky

On horses snortin' fire

As they ride on hear them cry

Yippy-I-Ay yippy-I-oh

Ghost riders in the sky

As the riders loped on by him

He heard one call his name

If you wanna save your soul

From hell a-ridin' on this range

Then cowboy change your ways

Today or with us you will ride

A-tryin' to catch the devil sir

Across these endless skies

Yippy-I-Ay (Yippy-I-Ay) yippy-I-oh (yippy-I-oh)

Ghost riders in the sky

Ghost riders in the sky