The Elevators - A Donkey Called Snow White

Just out of hearing Just within sight
There rides a man on a donkey called Snow White
He's got your number He's got your name
He may not use them but he's got them just the same

I've seen him riding Over the hills
Through rusty junkyards and straight across the minefields
I saw him look once Over his shoulder
A wind came up and it got a little colder

Good King David
Walks the ramparts
He keeps his eyes and his arrows sharp

He's up at midnight
He's up till morning
Sometimes I hear him strumming on his harp - on his harp

Down in the valley They fight it out
But they've forgotten what the fighting was about
In comes the rider Straight through the slaughter
He finds a dead man and he gives him a drink of water

He takes his number He takes his name
Suddenly you notice they are both one and the same
Then just as slowly He rides away
He shakes his head and the Hounds begin to bay

Good King David...

This crazy rider Carries a sack
Chock full of nothing strapped to the donkey's back
He keeps it hidden Under his cloak
He keeps it hidden like some kind of a private joke

Some people see him But they soon forget
He looks like every Man they've ever met
And if you see him Out on the road
You'll recognize him by the way he shifts his load

Good King David...

Just within hearing Just out of sight
There rides a man on a donkey called Snow White

Written by:
Aryeh Naftaly

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