We stopped at red eyed horses
Guarding castle grounds
And distant stark white faces
Turned to every sound
Everything glimmered
From the moonlight that was shining down
So careful through the thicket
Whispered "don't you make a sound"
I always forget how old I am
Seems like story book beginnings
Love to hold my hand
Game playing visions inside of caravans
Imaginations of the weatherman
I met a kook and we travelled the world
Bright stars became dancers
And every night they twirled
Warm medieval singers greeted us with eyes in Spain
And their ruby jeweled ring fingers waved to the running train