Out of the sunrise,
at the dawn of the day;
Thunder of hoof beats,
coming our way.
A sight such as this,
we had to behold;
Not in a lifetime,
is what we were told.

Off in the distance,
come now what may;
Like out of the past,
these riders in grey
It never could happen,
nor should it be;
Yet we beheld,
and now we could see.

Horsemen they rode,
on stallions of light;
In glory and honour,
from out of the night.
They passed us so bravely,
as never before;
We couldn't help wonder,
what was instore.

They rode with the wind,
with little to say;
These riders of dixie,
at the coming of day.
Now we were seeing,
in galloping stride;
Power and glory,
of our Southern pride.

See the grey riders,
come like a cloud;
Their gallant legions,
make us so proud.
If ever we need them,
this is the day;
Ride like the wind,
and into the fray.

Heavenly father,
grant us the might;
Roll back our foe,
in panic and flight.
God in your wisdom,
permit us the way;
Send us our soldiers,
the riders in grey.

by Thomas E. Guinn