And Also The Trees The Horse Fair
To where...to where
I come to you like an arrow through the night
To where...to where
To the horse fair
Cutting through the breeze
To where...to where
I see the ribbons in her hair
To where...to where
To the horse fair
Through the spring air
And the ribbons in her hair
To the perfect life of a distant mind
To where...to where
These picture-book scenes
And wild seas
To where...to where
To nowhere
To the horse fair
And the ribbons in her hair
From nowhere
Through blissful black nothing
Like no one to nowhere
To where...to where
To the horse fair
The ribbons in her hair
But I am the black arrow
That flies through the night.
