| Song | The Horse Fair |
| Artist | And Also the Trees |
| Album | Farewell to the Shade |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Burrows, Jones | |
| To where... to where | |
| I come to you like an arrow through the night | |
| To where... to where | |
| To the horse fair | |
| Cutting to the breeze | |
| To where... to where | |
| I see the ribbons in her air | |
| To where... to where | |
| To the horse fair | |
| Through the sprong air | |
| And the ribbonbs in her air | |
| To the perfect life of a distant mind | |
| To where... to where | |
| These picture-book scenes | |
| And wild seas | |
| To where... to where | |
| To nowhere | |
| To the horse fair | |
| And the ribbons on her air | |
| From nowhere | |
| Through blissful black nothing | |
| Like no one to nowhere | |
| To where... to where | |
| A steel slow note | |
| Slow changing low string | |
| To where... to where | |
| To the horse fair | |
| The ribbons in her air | |
| But I am the blck arrow | |
| That flies through the night |
| zuo qu : Burrows, Jones | |
| To where... to where | |
| I come to you like an arrow through the night | |
| To where... to where | |
| To the horse fair | |
| Cutting to the breeze | |
| To where... to where | |
| I see the ribbons in her air | |
| To where... to where | |
| To the horse fair | |
| Through the sprong air | |
| And the ribbonbs in her air | |
| To the perfect life of a distant mind | |
| To where... to where | |
| These picturebook scenes | |
| And wild seas | |
| To where... to where | |
| To nowhere | |
| To the horse fair | |
| And the ribbons on her air | |
| From nowhere | |
| Through blissful black nothing | |
| Like no one to nowhere | |
| To where... to where | |
| A steel slow note | |
| Slow changing low string | |
| To where... to where | |
| To the horse fair | |
| The ribbons in her air | |
| But I am the blck arrow | |
| That flies through the night |
| zuò qǔ : Burrows, Jones | |
| To where... to where | |
| I come to you like an arrow through the night | |
| To where... to where | |
| To the horse fair | |
| Cutting to the breeze | |
| To where... to where | |
| I see the ribbons in her air | |
| To where... to where | |
| To the horse fair | |
| Through the sprong air | |
| And the ribbonbs in her air | |
| To the perfect life of a distant mind | |
| To where... to where | |
| These picturebook scenes | |
| And wild seas | |
| To where... to where | |
| To nowhere | |
| To the horse fair | |
| And the ribbons on her air | |
| From nowhere | |
| Through blissful black nothing | |
| Like no one to nowhere | |
| To where... to where | |
| A steel slow note | |
| Slow changing low string | |
| To where... to where | |
| To the horse fair | |
| The ribbons in her air | |
| But I am the blck arrow | |
| That flies through the night |