Johnny High Horse
Here comes Johnny on his high horse
says he sees for miles, but I wonder
whether he’s a storm, or a spent force,
cold, depressing rain with no thunder.
Johnny has arguments with people,
rides off muttering his dudgeon,
whether on the street or under steeple
love is the victim of his bludgeon.
Oh, Johnny do you hear our hearts a’calling,
do you hear your angry words echo back?
One day from your high horse you’ll be falling
then who will bury you and your old hack?
Oh, Johnny don’t you ever stop to listen?
do you never see the pain you’re dishing out?
Don’t you see the offered hand, the tears that glisten?
Come on down off that horse, you’re missing out.
13/5/25