Words & Music by Hank Snow A pale little boy lay there helpless On the prairie at the close of the day. "I've been shot in the breast, sir, please help me" Weak and weary these words he did say "My mother's an angel in Heaven, My daddy won't allow me to stay, So please, sir, I beg you to help me, I'm an orphan that's cast by the way." CHORUS There's a silvery moon on the old corral, There's a pony that's restless and worn, There's a little brown saddle that's empty, And a little grey shirt that is torn. There's an outcast that longs for a mother To help him life's battles to fight, Tho' there's no one to miss little Joe's tender kiss, But his pony is lonesome to-night. We worked thro the night until dawning We tried but 'twas only in vain He smiled as his eyes closed in slumber To be free from all sorrow and pain. He died as the day slowly ended With the angels he made his last flight There was no one to miss little Joe's tender kiss But his pony is lonely to-night. CHORUS There's a silver moon on the old corral But a wreath on the old bunkhouse door There's a little brown saddle that's empty That will never be used anymore He has joined the great foreman up yonder Where the ranges are care-free and bright There's a new star a twinkling in heaven But a pony that's lonely to-night. CHORUS