The Rider. The Horse. The Land. Songtext
von Bryan John Appleby

You fill my cup and I fill yours
You fill my cup and I fill yours

You sang over me, with a tambourine in your hand
About the rider, the horse, and the land
You sang over me, with a tambourine in your hand
About the rider, the horse, and the land


You play my notes and I play yours
You play my notes and I play yours

You sang over me, with a silver bell in your hand,
About your dreams in the morning of a wide and ancient land
You sang over me with a silver bell in your hand
About your visions in the morning of a wide and ancient land

I will be the watchman on your wall
You will be the watchman on my wall
I will be the watchman on your wall
You will the watchman on my wall