When fading light retreats tonight
We'll ride along through ghostly mists
Till we reach the pools of moonlight
Listening to conversations of whispering wind
While riding on our horse
The wind blows a question over green
Drifting on the moors
Fifty swallows changing course
Tell me where they're bound
To far east and warmer lands
That is where they're bound
I love you best when we're by ourselves
In love under along by the riverside
Where we laughed and when you cried
A tree, a glade, moonlight and shade
A lake, a stream, soft rain
No tears I'll shed on my moss bed
And my eyes can smile again
When fading light retreats tonight
We'll ride along through ghostly mists
Till we reach the pools of moonlight
Listening to conversations of whispering wind
While riding on our horse