I feel that in the days gone by
I did not live with walls and roofs.
Long years ago in deserts dry
I lived beneath the open sky
And heard the roar of thudding hoofs,
And I was racing madly,
My head bent to the wind,
And fifty thousand horsemen
Galloping behind!

I feel that in that long ago
I must have been a Nomad child
Feeling the desert sun's fierce glow,
And then, in saddle, head bent low,
Heading a horde of Bedouins wild.
I shut my eyes an instant
And see them in my mind,
These fifty thousand horsemen
Galloping, galloping,
Fifty thousand horsemen
Galloping behind!