The Pony Man - Gordon Lightfoot

When it’s midnight on the meadow

And the cats are in the shed

And the river tells a story

At the window by my bed

If you listen very closely

Be as quiet as you can

In the yard you’ll hear him

It is the pony man

We’re always there to greet him

When he tumbles into town

He leads a string of ponies

Some are white and some are brown

And they never seem to kick or bite

They only want to play

And they live on candy apples

Instead of oats and hay

And when we’re all assembled

He gives a soft command

And we climb aboard our ponies

As in a row the stand

Then down the road we gallop

And across the fields we fly

And soon we all go sailing off

Into the midnight sky

And as we gaily rock along

Beside a ripplin' sea

There’s Tom 'n Dick 'n Sally

And Mary Joe and me