Rapscallion, the Black Stallion Words by Douglas Heyes Jr. 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 *********