Текст The Hollies – No More Riders

Golden eagle spreads his wings
High above in a windless sky
And a bare back rider on an open plain
We hunt together for our prey

Wagon train on an open trail
Eagle flies to protect his young
As they’re standing to face their foe
They’re too long, this land of hope

War drums beat to the dancing feet
Young braves high on a victory cry
Wheels are burning at the end of day
No survivors, dead they lay

Campfire burn as the braves return
Travel feast to the dead of night
No one heard when the soldiers came
Way too late, dead they lay

Golden eagle spread your wings
High above in a windless sky
No more riders on an open plain
No more riders