Once again left the riderWith no clue where to doHelpless
Dear friends,This evening I'll sing thee about a riderWho for
Night fell upon the worldAll there asleep but the riderBirdsong
"Shadows are marching closerThe maiden in tower is getting oldThose
Three miles east he found a molten gateEntered through it
Into an ancient valleyHe rode aloneWhere the winds forgot howled
A day of spring in ancient timesA rider so eager
The path to home seemed so strangeFades trees in twilightMany
Out of the misty forestThe rider came tired and dawncastA
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