A new day will come, and when the sun shines
it'll shine out the clearer.
Those were the stories that stayed with you,
that meant something
even if you were too small to understand why
Cavalry from the east
Where is the horse and the rider?
Where is the horn that was blowing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like wind in the meadow.
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. How did it come to this?