Walking down a country lane alone and it is sunny
I pa** nobody on my way down to the church
When I arrive inside is cool and still and ancient
And in this moment I am beholden
There was a fine young girl with apple blossom hair
I courted her and to my eyes the world was free
And then she led me to the mountain of parting
And for this moment I was not prepared
This is the way it always feels
This is the way it always feels
Again the loneliest of chords rings down the ages
I cannot walk away I play on desperately
And oh how gloriuosly I disappear on horseback
And for this moment I am imprisoned
This is the way it always feels
This is the way it always feels
Ride the horses ...