She had four white stallions coming   Around the bend   Four strong angels at her   Command to send   Four more seasons   For all that’s broken to mend      I got four good reasons   Why I   Can’t go back there again      She had skin like a statue   Milky white and pure   Carved by an artist   Whose hand is demure   Got a mind like a sabre   Razor sharp and sure      And God how I hate myself for   Still wanting her      Damn these nights of dreaming   Visions soft and sure   Now I wake to find    There’s nothing left but me and her   Nothing more,   Than a heart still at war      She had four white stallions coming up   Around the bend   Four strong angels   Already sent      Four more seasons   For all that’s broken to mend      I got four good reasons why I   Can’t go back there again      Yeah, I go four good reasons why I   Can’t go back there again      And I go four more seasons for all   That’s broken to mend