Lyrics

The moon, an onion, cried its light
Dispersed through shadowed wisps of time
The sky a myriad of shapes
The work of winds with grand design

Beneath the mist that swept the grass
Four hooves sank softly in the turf
A horse breathed back the chill night air
Its large eyes scanned the frosted earth

All beneath the gaze of a cold full moon
A cold full moon
A cold full moon
Where the hills wear silver to reflect the light
Of a cold full moon
A cold full moon

The hedgerows harboured shadowed beasts
Between the silvered fields
Yet none disturbed the silhouette
Atop the smoke-wreathed hill

Then through the sparkling dew-clad blades
Two slippered feet it heard
The quiet approach it recognised
No need, or use, for words

The girl had travelled far from home
And shivered as she walked
Now through the curtains drawn by fog
She saw the horse she stalked

A moonbeam danced around its head
Its eyes began to fire
And when the two came face to face
Each had the same desire

All beneath the gaze of a cold full moon
A cold full moon
A cold full moon
Where the hills wear silver to reflect the light
Of a cold full moon
A cold full moon

And so she nimbly took her place
Astride the powerful back
And both surveyed the scene below
As light plucked grey from black

The mighty horse tossed back its head
And turned to move away
Still careful of the girl it held
Its flanks began to sway

It’s mysterious, imperious, ethereal and serious
So mystical, sophistical, no need to be logistical
It’s vaguely supernatural, strangely unexplainable
The union of a horse and girl, it’s deep and inexplicable

They were as one in movement
Through wide unblemished fields
Strong air traversed their shoulders
Both knew they could not yield

The hedges proved small hurdles
As they flew towards their goal
The mists thinned fast before them
In their journey through the soul

On and on they galloped
Towards the rising sun
Until the girl slipped from her dream
And lay there, slightly stunned

Her glorious journey wasn’t real,
Her horse did not exist
But then she heard a noise outside
Of distant hooves, screened by the mist

And all beneath the gaze of a cold full moon
A cold full moon
A cold full moon
Where the hills wear silver to reflect the light
Of a cold full moon
A cold full moon