The Pony Man.kar

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Gordon LightfootTemplate that configures 16 tracks for 16 separate MIDI channels, full Volume, and centered Pan. When it's midnight on the meadow and the cats are in the shed And the river tells a story at the window by my bed. If you listen very closely, be as quiet as you can: In the yard you'll hear him, It is the Pony Man. We're always there to greet him When he tumbles into town. He leads a string of ponies Some are white and some are brown. And they never seem to kick or bite, They only want to play. And they live on candy apples Instead of oats and hay. And when we are assembled He give a soft command. And we climb aboard our ponies As in a row they stand. Then down the road we gallop And across the fields we fly. And soon we all go sailing off Into the midnight sky And as we gaily rock along Beside a ripplin' sea, There's Tom and Dick and Sally And Mary Jo and me And the Pony Man is leading "Cause he's travelled here before And he gives a whoop and a hollar At Mister Moon's front door. And then we stop to rest a while Where the soda river glides, Up to the slip comes a pirate ship To take us for a ride And the Pony Man's the captain and the children are the crew. And we go in search of treasure And laugh the whole night through. And when the hold is filled with gold And the sails begin to strain, And the deck's pilled high with apple pie We head for port again. Then down the whirling star case So swift our ponies fly. And we're safely in our beds again When the sunbeams kiss the sky. When it's midnight on the meadow and the cats are in the shed And the river tells a story at the window by my bed. If you listen very closely, be as quiet as you can: In the yard you'll hear him, It is the Pony Man.

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Gordon LightfootTemplate that configures 16 tracks for 16 separate MIDI channels, full Volume, and centered Pan.
When it's midnight on the meadow and the cats are in the shed And the river tells a story at the window by my bed. If you listen very closely, be as quiet as you can: In the yard you'll hear him, It is the Pony Man. We're always there to greet him When he tumbles into town. He leads a string of ponies Some are white and some are brown. And they never seem to kick or bite, They only want to play. And they live on candy apples Instead of oats and hay. And when we are assembled He give a soft command. And we climb aboard our ponies As in a row they stand. Then down the road we gallop And across the fields we fly. And soon we all go sailing off Into the midnight sky And as we gaily rock along Beside a ripplin' sea, There's Tom and Dick and Sally And Mary Jo and me And the Pony Man is leading "Cause he's travelled here before And he gives a whoop and a hollar At Mister Moon's front door. And then we stop to rest a while Where the soda river glides, Up to the slip comes a pirate ship To take us for a ride And the Pony Man's the captain and the children are the crew. And we go in search of treasure And laugh the whole night through. And when the hold is filled with gold And the sails begin to strain, And the deck's pilled high with apple pie We head for port again. Then down the whirling star case So swift our ponies fly. And we're safely in our beds again When the sunbeams kiss the sky. When it's midnight on the meadow and the cats are in the shed And the river tells a story at the window by my bed. If you listen very closely, be as quiet as you can: In the yard you'll hear him, It is the Pony Man.

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