When it's midnight 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, it is the pony man.
We're always there to greet him when he tumbles into town.
He leads a string of ponies, some are white and some are brown.
And they never seem to kick or bite, they only want to play.
And they live on candy apples instead of oats and hay

And when we're all assembled, he gives a soft command
and we climb aboard our ponies as in a row the stand.
Then down the road we gallop and across the fields we fly
and soon we all go sailing off into the midnight sky.
And as we gaily rock along beside a rippling sea,
there's Tom and Dick and Sally and Mary Joe and me.
and the Pony Man is leading cause he's traveled here before
and he gives a whoop and a holler at Mr. Moon's front door.

And as we stop to rest a while where the soda river glides
up to the slip comes a pirate ship to take us for a ride.
And the Pony Man's the captain and the children are the crew
and we go in search of treasure and laugh the whole night through.
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.
And down the whirling staircase, so swift our ponies fly.
And we're safely in our beds again when the sunbeams kiss the sky.

When it's midnight 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, it is the pony man.