Jenn Grant White Horses
All the white horses have gone I see them running through the dust at dawn All the white clouds have gone and parted I see a sunset like something's been started
A Lightning bolt hits the cheek of your skin And I feel a tremble from the audience And the sun is rising Somewhere in the east Remember what I told you I was fighting for peace
But everybody Is making love for you For you For you
For you For you For you For you
And I have taken stormy weather But my heart's been aching For sweet September
