Echoes - Echoes camshot
mercredi 29 octobre 2003 (1 post)
True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen,
Standing sixteen, one or two. With eyes wild and green,
And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch,
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to.

Ride on, see you, I could never go with you
No matter how I wanted to.

When you ride in to the night without a trace behind,
Run your claw along my gut one last time.
I turn to face an empty space where once you used to lie,
And look for a spark that lights the night
Through a teardrop in my eye.

Cruachan - Ride On

Corsac@07:18:01 (Echoes)

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