Die Apokalyptischen Reiter - Ghostriders In The Sky: lyrics de la chanson

An old cowpoke went riding out
one hot and windy day.
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way.
When all at once a mighty herd
of red-eyed cows he saw,
A plowin' through the ragged skies,
and up the cloudy draw.

Yip-i-ya-a, Yip-i-ya-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.

Their brands were still on fire
and their hoofs were made of steel.
Their horns were black and shiny
and their hot breath he could feel.
A bolt of fear went through him
as they thundered through the sky.
For as he saw the riders comin' hard,
he could hear their mournful cry.

Yip-i-ya-a, Yip-i-ya-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.

Their face were gaunt, their eyes were blurred.
Their shirts all soaked with sweat.
They're riding hard to catch that herd,
but they ain't caught him yet.
They've got to ride forevermore on the range up in the sky,
On horses snorting fire
and as they ride, I hear them cry.

Yip-i-ya-a, Yip-i-ya-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.

And as the riders loped on by
he heard one call his name.
If you want to save your soul from hell
a ridin' on the range.
Then cowboy better change your ways
or with us you will ride.
Trying to catch the devil's herd
across the endless skies.

Yip-i-ya-a, Yip-i-ya-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.