How many feet carry me home
In a cloud of white-- I wonder where you are
Stalking the run, a herd of horses
I'm coming home, with a band of horses

A golden throne of a saddle to carry me in
A velvet seat, with a braided trim
Andalusian mare
Flashing coat like lightning
I'm coming home with a band of horses
I can be so sorry, I can be so mean
There's no way to repay you for all your suffering
Do I want too much?
Am I too young to understand?
The world was so small it just fit inside my hand

Don't leave me, don't leave me my baby cry
I go out walking into a dark night
where fragments of moonlight, broke up in the leaves
start rusting, start shaking, start whispering to me

Great fame and fortune are waiting out there
Flashing like lightning
Andalusian mare