Dreaming White Wild Horses Testo

Down by a willow-tree, a hidden place so rare Across a silent lake, where their secrets lie bare The most delightful scene to see The dancing messengers of purity Wild manes in the wind, she holds the key Riding towards the dawn, sky-clad and free The maiden goddess, her spiirt to me Fills the cup with Eostre’s sensuality Passing white mares in the silver moonlight Carriers of ghosts seeking the other-side Vanishing into the night before my eyes Passing, leaving but a dream behind