There's a card game in the courtyard and the winner loses all   When the judge checks his supper it's so small   And the hills are gray with trouble and the dry spring gathers dust   Your lover's crying in the valley she lost her trust      But there is a road to glory somehow hidden in the past   Behind the gold, behind the treasure behind the mask   Then comes a team of four white horses and a lady with night-black hair   And she looks to be such a fine one but is she really there?      I've gotta know, I've gotta know, I've gotta know