| you jump on your white horse | |
| you ride over fields of grain | |
| and wind if you follow the right course | |
| it's gonna take you back again | |
| future is rosy blushing the past | |
| is pale your heart is a boat | |
| set sail you say you need | |
| that holy tin cup so you ride | |
| on right on with your head high up | |
| your thoughts turn but | |
| your eyes only see them amazed | |
| at your return when | |
| they'll all say they love you | |
| they love you | |
| it's true | |
| 'cause you come from the land of forever | |
| night and you rode on through | |
| and you packed your empty satchels | |
| full of their dreams do they love | |
| who you are or what you do you | |
| may never know and you're | |
| on your own now long | |
| past the front door | |
| you stare in wonder at the sky | |
| what is it you are looking for | |
| your magic potions your precious jewels | |
| are only notions you feel a fool | |
| do you want riches | |
| do you want fame | |
| do you need millions | |
| to know you so you | |
| don't forget your own name | |
| 'cause they'll all say | |
| they love you | |
| they love you | |
| it's true | |
| 'cause you come | |
| from the land of forever night | |
| and you rode on through | |
| and you packed your empty | |
| satchels full of their dreams | |
| do they love who you are | |
| or what you do you | |
| may never know | |
| because they'll all say | |
| they love you |