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Gathered as one for the dances
Ancient, this harvest time rite
Ichabod fancies his chances
Luck be his lady tonight
Fall fires burn, seasons turn
Come, join in the throng
Raise up the song, a wake for the light
Come, welcome the dark,
Stories fill hearts with terror by night
(Solo – T. Lineker)
Heart of the suitor rejected
Under the baleful moon
Ichabod riding dejected
Into the glowering gloom
On this night The Horseman rides
Come, hour is late
The hollow awaits, shadows alight
Come, enter within
Soon to begin, your terror by night
Ride on, on through the dark, fearing the shades that surround you
Ride, ride, on through the dark, cringing in fear from the night sounds
Crow’s quork, cry of the owl, shredding your nerves into tatters
Cloud shroud, hand on the moon; reaching, the skeletal branches
So run, fast, ride; oh, terror by night!
Horror takes hold down in the hollow
Something’s abroad that’s long time dead
Sable black steed, eyes burning embers
Rider in black without a head
Hand on the moon, on through the dark
Make for the bridge, death riding fast
Ride hard, on through the night, galloping thunder behind you
Ride, ride on through the night, fearing the blade cutting down, down
Look back, death riding fast; headless, his grin wreathed in fire
Go now, make for the bridge, run from the Hessian’s power
Go, run, ride; oh, terror by night!
Horror takes hold out of the hollow
Out of the black, a burning face
Tracks of a horse, a broken lantern
But, of the riders, there’s no trace…
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