Riding, riding fast at midnight Comes a horseman o'er the plain Pressing on to find a shelter From the icy wind and rain The night, the night was black, the wind blew stronger Winter's rage can freeze the blood with cold And as he rides along he wonders If he can outrace the blinding snow So cold and weary of the saddle As he rides he races with the wind Hoping that the distant light before him Is someone who will let a stranger in The wind, its endless rage grew wilder No one could hear him knocking at the door He called to them, the howling wind grew wilder His voice could not be heard above the roar The night, the night was black, the wind blew stronger Winter's rage can freeze the blood with cold And with the morning light they found him Underneath the mountain of snow So cold and weary of the saddle When he felt the warmth that heaven sent He's resting now forever in the sunshine The angels must have let the stranger in The wind, its endless rage grew wilder No one could hear him knocking at the door He called to them, the howling wind grew wilder No one could hear him knocking at the door He's resting now forever in the sunshine