Well, sure I know
They ride through places where the walls are white
Sure I know what love is
And a song for the girl in the swing
In the pale moon light
A rain that falls a long, long way from home
It's the thief of sleep, a boy and his dog
A red rubber ball, these old foolish things
A brace of thanks, the silent night
You see them follow
Through fields of snow?
The pale moon light
And rides and rides for the girl in the swing
Where the noble voices of women sing
One rides for a woman who has no name
They race like phantoms
When you just asked me
Do you see them riding
Do I know what love is
And one just rides, and rides,
One rides for a king