Do you see them coming through fields of snow?

do you see them riding through fields of snow?

One rides for a woman who has no name

one rides for a king

And one just rides and rides and rides and rides

for the girl in the swing



They race like phantoms in the Belmont light

you see them follow the Belmont light

They ride through places where the walls are white

where the noble voices of women sing

A brace of thanks and silent night

and a song for the girl in the swing



Well, you just asked me do I know what love is

well, sure I know, sure I know what love is

It's the thief of sleep, a boy and his dog

a red rubber ball, these old foolish things

A rain that falls a long, long way from home

it lives in the girl in the swing!

It lives in the girl in the swing...