Running Shadow - Michael Martin Murphey

Wise men spoke the vision

Of the spirit horses way

Like a savior he has a mission

From the ashes of the plains

All the souls of mighty warriors

Are carried in his veins

All the hopes of ancient nations

Are flowing through his mane

And the spirit voices say

Never chase a running shadow

Underneath the midnight sky

Never chase a running shadow

You will ride till you die

From the badlands of Dakota

One lone rider came

To catch the restless spirit

They said could not be tamed

And he laughed at all the legends

He called their stories lies

He called it superstition

Foolish dreams of fading tries

And the spirit voices cry

Never chase a running shadow

Underneath the midnight sky

Never chase a running shadow

You will ride till you die

Over hills and through dark canyons

He chased the steel dust grey

But he could not catch the stallion

He could not break his pace

He pursued the racing phantom

To the canyons edge

But running shadow jumped the chasm

Left the outlaw on the ledge

And the spirit voices say

Never chase a running shadow

Underneath the midnight sky

Never chase a running shadow

You will ride till you die

Never chase a running shadow

You will ride till you die