Just passed the valleys of pitch blackness
Out into the central brigade
There comes a flickering light of embarkments
Mixed with dreams that never fade
Cruising through the shadowed encampments
Flowery hills of jade
There comes an opening of a cleared path
For the wanderers serenade
Glory Ridin'
There's no use hiding you face away
When you give your breath to the sky
About the way you'll die
Glory Ridin'
There's no use crying yourself to sleep
When your pillow is the sky
And you will never die