Fading Light

When fading light retreats tonight
We'll ride, love, through ghostly mists
Till we reach the pools of moon like a sling
To conversations of the spurring 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
You'd probably stand for the lawns
That is where they're bound

I love you best when we're by ourselves
And I'll ponder alone by the paper sign
Oh we'll have time when you're bright
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, love, through ghostly mists
Till we reach the pools of moon like a sling
To conversations of the spurring wind
While riding on our horse