Rapscallion, the Black Stallion

RAPSCALLION, THE BLACK STALLION

Rapscallion, The Black Stallion
Lived in the Meadow, down by the Gate
There was an old window just down in Glen Ellyn
With a wandering view of the lake
There was a castle on top of the mountain
It was owned by King Philip the Great
You can hear all the kids in their Sunday attire
Kirie Eleison and Baby, I Can’t Wait

Rapscallion’s Fiilly was a Bay named Cheyenne
They both loved to run as fast as they can
Across the fields and through the woods
Eating roots and bark and berries
Their life was really very good
Things were getting very scary way out there on the Plain
But then, there came the Thunder and the Winter and the Rain
The farmer came and put them into a silo full of grain

The Farmer’s Son took care of them, Milo was his name
A good and simple lad was he, a credit to his family
His little sister Emily, was only 6 years old
When that long and brutal winter left them all out in the cold
But, oh, those dark and stormy nights
The flicker and fade of the barnyard lights
When everything was black or white
No colors anywhere in sight

The kids would come with brushes and combs
Corn and oats in ice cream cones
They'd sing harmonic overtones
The songs they used to sing at home
Rapscallion started to get mad, the worst fits he ever had
He'd kick and stomp and buck and rear, the kids would huddle back in fear
Emily would shed a tear, the farmer kept his shotgun near
Cheyenne came up to the railing, she could hear the four Winds wailing

Come on, let's get out of here, Mama said to her children
Let's pretend it never happened, the kids cried in bewilderment
The Farmer forged another wheel to put on to his buckboard
All of them could truly feel the Coming of the Lord
So accustomed was he to running Free, to be deprived of his Liberty
Please just don't take it from me, it will lead to my insanity
Cheyenne moved up to him real close, while hail beat on the window pane
There is no way I will let you fail, or drive yourself insane

We came here on an iron rail, hear that long, low, lonesome whistle blow
We once sought the Holy Grail, but now, I just don't know
You're different from the way you were, but I am still your Mare
I'll always treat you with respect, with love and tender care
It will be time to run again, your mane behind you blows in the Wind
The kids will always be your friends, and our Life will never end
If that's not enough for you, I just don't know what I'll do
I'll find a way to just get through, and then I will get over you

Now, Spring is just around the bend, and we're back home in Riverbend
There are no reasons to pretend that we’re not near The Bitter End
That shouldn't bother anyone, who loves to run free and knows how to run
My Love, I think you are the one, we'll know for sure when Winter’s done
Let love be the cure, let peace prevail, secure and sure as that Iron Rail
The one that brought us here at first, we've known the best, endured the worst
Rapscallion stood tall in his leather traces, In Excelsis Deo,  Kirie Eleison
Both of the kids had smiles on their faces, and the Farmer and Mama were heading back Home

Rapscallion and Cheyenne, they just couldn't Wait
They got out for the first time and ran to the Gate
Sunrise and Moonshine, now Heaven won't wait
Cheyenne said to be patient for the Stars to Awaken
Never forsaken, and never alone
Never farther away than a stone's throw from Home
Be happy, she said, to the Horse by her side
It's the Secret to making your last, Final Ride

They ran off together, so far across the fields
Milo and Emily on bicycle wheels
An old hidden secret just now is revealed
Way down to the river, up high and down low
If we find a better way, I’ll sure let you know
Love is the answer, the truth is the way
Like the great Necromancer, we are still here today
Rapscallion, The Black stallion and Cheyenne turn away

Come to the meadow, come to the woods
Come to where everything's simple and good
Find peace in your body and love in your soul
Don't think for a moment that you'll ever get old
We have an old saying, from before I was born
Life is a silo replenished with corn
Emily and Milo have both been reborn
We join Hands by the River in the name of the Lord

Come with us now, we'll show you the way
We'll get there, somehow, by the end of the day
The trappers and miners have all gone away
The Night closes in, and then heralds the Day
Rapscallion and Cheyenne in folklore remain
A Gold Palomino and a dark Chestnut Bay
All of the children have run off to play
And we'll say goodbye as the day Fades away
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