When it's "sundown" on the meadow and the cats are in the "shadows"
And I have a "summertime dream" in my great big bed
If you listen very "softly" be "as fine as fine can be"
In the yard you'll hear him it is "the Pony Man"
We're always there to greet cuz he's "someone to believe in"
He leads a string of ponies colored "blackberry wine"
And they always seem to kick or bite they hardly ever play
If you wanna try riding one your "welcome to try"
And we're in a "triangle" he gives a soft command
And we climb aboard our ponies as in row they stand
At first "my pony won't go" but then it starts to obey
And soon we all go sailing off in "a race among the ruins"
And as we're "alberta bound" beside the ripplin sea
We see the "ghosts of cape horn" they're "as fine as fine can be"
And the pony man is leading but "I'm not supposed to care"
He gives us "14 karot gold" at mr.moons front door
And then we stop to rest awhile where the soda river glides
Up to the slip comes the Edmund Fitz to take us for a ride
The pony man exclaims we've bin "waiting for you"
And we go in a "stone cold sober" and cry the whole night thru
And the hold is filled with gold and a tear on the face of the moon
We search all night long but there's "too many clues in this room"
We see a great big "borderstone" in front of the ship
And we're safely in our beds again and on the "summer side of life"
When it's "east of midnight" on the meadow and the cats are in the shed
And the river tells a story of a "sea of tranquility"
If your ever "approaching lavender" be as quiet as you can
In "the house you live in" it is the Pony man
