Four hours ago, the sun was out when we left the barn
Now all there is, is snow all around, in the air on the trees and ground

Guess it’s time to point your head toward the barn
Stay out much longer we won’t be found

Old horse we’re in a world all our own, of quiet and white
If it weren’t so cold everything would seem just about right

I feel sorry for you my friend, as you continue to move along
I’m warm, got my batwings and sheepskin on

Got the collar pulled up around my nose
My feet are stuck down in some wool lined taps, didn’t want to freeze my toes

Ice is hanging from the hair on your nose
I don’t know how many miles yet to go

I’m lost my friend, can’t tell up from down
The snows so blinding , can’t tell the sky from the ground

I’ve tied the rains to the saddle horn now
Take your head, it’s up to you to get us home somehow

When we get home double oats for you my friend
If we make it, and this isn’t the end

We've been moving for some time now
Seems like were loosing daylight somehow

You seem to stumble, then stopped
I thought to myself, well ol boy your time just came up

I see a shadow out through the gathering gloom
Four feet away, it’s the wall of the barn and none to soon