Horse-bathing Parade - by
A few clouds float across the grand blue sky,
/ The glorious sun has mounted zenith-high,
/ Mile upon mile of sand, flat, golden,…
A few clouds float across the grand blue sky,
/ The glorious sun has mounted zenith-high,
/ Mile upon mile of sand, flat, golden,…
Last night a wind from Lammermoor came roaring up the glen
/ With the tramp of trooping horses and the laugh of…
Just ahead of hunger’s where I ride,
/ Below the rocks, above the tide.
/ Wind in my cape, star above,
/ We…
This time he fell in the abyss on his horse, and the Sun fell with him
/ And his voice never reached…