White Horse
Fast as the train
Through the window
Her angel mane
Is white as a cloud
In the tunnel we hide
I can’t see her
She’s on the other side
And then we’re home
In the quiet of a dream
I find her down by a stream
Waiting for me
In the garden we play
I’m horse riding
She doesn’t go away
When I go in
In the quiet of a dream
I find her down by a stream
Waiting for me