When She Comes

After When I Go by Dave Carter

A tired old woman rides in the rain.
She rides between the raindrops as she comes.
Her stallions are pure white, from hoof up to mane.
She will drive her six stallions when she comes.

She will ride the twisting narrow path,
That leads her to our door,
There's an axe to kill the old red rooster,
On the wagon's floor.

She will ride up to our house's gate,
And gladly will we run,
Into our Granny's loving arms.
She'll be coming 'round the mountain,
When she comes.

August, 2001

This is all Daniel and Melissa Glasser's fault :)