Here come those silver celestial horses

Rays of the moon in the mountain air

Im steeped in the stream of the last wild hot spring

Maybe Im melting but I dont care

Theres darkness in the canyon

but the light comes pounding through

for me

and for you



Tomorrow may be a hissing blowtorch

may be a silken sky shaken by the wind

that whirls in the wake of those whispering horses

But theres always a pillar of cloud on the valleys rim

Theres darkness in the canyon etc



Still river full of the depths of candles

burning for the free ones riding on the other shore

Even at the heart of these breathing shadows

you can feel us gathering at the door

Theres darkness in the canyon etc