When it's mid-night 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,
you'll hear the pony man


He always comes to see us
when he tumbles into town,

He leads a string of ponies,
Some are white & some are brown.


And they never seem to kick or bite,
they always want to play,
And they live on candy apples

instead of oats and hay

And when we are $$#embled

and he gives us our command,
We climb aboard our ponies,
as in a row they stand


And down the road we gallop
and across the fields we glide,

And soon we all go sailing off
into the mid-night sky


And as we gaily rock along
beside a rippling stream,
There's Tom & Dick & Sally,

and Mary Jo & me

And the pony man is leading

cause he's traveled here before,
And he gives a hoop & a holler,
at Mr. Moon's front door


And when the hold is filled with gold
and the sails begin to strain,

And the deck's piled high with apple pie
we head for port again


So down a swirling star case
Those swift, dark ponies fly
And we're safely in our beds again

When the sunbeams kiss the sky

When it's mid-night 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,
You'll hear the pony man.