Horseman riding in the night
Horseman riding in the night, all alone in moonlight bright
Over fences standing tall, over rivers and old stone walls
A cross the moors wet and cold, past the farmhouse ancient and old
Nostrils flaring in the dark, eyes a blazing full of spark
Hooves a thunder on the sod, flying like an ancient god
Rider gives the steed its head, over the gate like a thoroughbred
Twenty leagues he has to go, before the rider reaches Fontainebleau
Paris was left when the sun shone bright, galloping on into the night
A deed was done that must be righted, a lady or friend who has been slighted
The riders heart is heavy and black, will he win his lady back
The country now is set ablaze, revolution, no one left to appraise
The king is dead and so is the queen, their heads have fallen to the guillotine
The dauphin rots in a cell so dark, the revolution has found its mark
Madness fills the countryside, La bel France is committing suicide
