The Girl In The Swing

Do you see them coming

Through fields of snow?

Do you see them riding

Through fields of snow?

One rides for a woman who has no name

One rides for a king

And one just rides, and rides,

And rides and rides for the girl in the swing

They race like phantoms

In the pale moon light

You see them follow

The pale moon light

They ride through places where the walls are white

Where the noble voices of women sing

A brace of thanks, the silent night

And a song for the girl in the swing

When you just asked me

Do I know what love is

Well, sure I know

Sure I know what love is

It's the thief of sleep, a boy and his dog

A red rubber ball, these old foolish things

A rain that falls a long, long way from home

It lives in the girl in the swing, it lives in the girl in the swing