The Riff Song
Composer(s): Sigmund Romberg - Otto Harbach - Oscar Hammerstein II
Performer(s): Robert Halliday
and multiple other artists



Over the ground there comes a sound
It is the drum, drum, drum of hoofbeats in the sand

Quiver with fear if you are near
It is the thunder of The Shadow and his Band
(And all who plunder learn to understand)
(To understand the cry of...)

Ho!
So we sing as we are riding
Ho!
It's a time you'd best be hiding
Low
It means the Riffs are abroad
Go
Before you've bitten the sword

Ho!
That's the sound that comes to warn you
So!
In the night or early morn, you know
If you're The Red Shadow's foe
The Riffs will strike with a blow
That brings you woe!

No darkest night can bring respite
For still the drum, drum, drum of hoofbearts in the air

No flying steed could match in speed
The swiftness of The Shadow's vengeance drawing near

Fear grips the heart, when they the message hear
As clarion clear the challenge

Ho!
So we sing as we are riding
Ho!
It's a time you'd best be hiding
Low
It means the Riffs are abroad
Go
Before you've bitten the sword

Ho!
That's the sound that comes to warn you
So!
In the night or early morn, you know
If you're The Red Shadow's foe
The Riffs will strike with a blow
That brings you woe!