In The Pony's Stall



The night was old , the moon was small
The road was dark the shadows tall
I was tired
So I slept in the pony's stall


In the night I heard you call
From the hill by the old slave wall
In my dreams
As I slept in the pony's stall


I once was rich I had it all
Before pride there goes a fall
I was warm
As I slept in the pony's stall



- Rob McNurlin
copyright Buffalo Skinner Music BMI