The water got deeper Rapacious spray, a rapid stream And 300 feet from the bridge The farmer's horse stumbling He fell into the water, his friend, a butcher Couldn't hold on his horse Both went feeding the fish Powerless against nature's force A glazier and a dyer They offered to search for the lost Heaving themselves to the front Wading, swimming, withstanding the frost And when they arrived At the disaster's very place The moonlight was helping their eyes: In the dark they saw the butcher's face Embracing a tree, the lucky man Managed to vanquish the tide And only a few feet away A brave fighting horse that still hadn't died Step by step the three made it back on save ground Nobody'd expected they'd come back alive How could three stout men be carried by one mount? This story would be told in late summer nights When they finally entered the streets of their home town First thing they could see when they opened their eyes Was the body of the farmer lying on the ground In the flood he'd obviously lost his life How did he get back to the town? Who was the one to deliver him? There was only one being who knew With big black eyes, staring with a grim