On the edge of the forest, at the foot of the hill
where the river runs down to the sea
A horse and its rider have taken their post
and wait for whatever will be
They wait for whatever will be
Above on the mountain the view is commanding
it is clear what must be down below
Below in the valley the people look up
for the answers they feel they must know
The horse and the rider have been up and down
and prepare for whatever will be
They prepare for whatever will be
In the brightness of day as the night is approaching
you ready yourself for the game
In the dark of the night when the dawn is awaiting
the choices are always the same
The horse and its rider know every turn
they have been from the mountain to the sea
They live on the edge of what is and what was
and welcome whatever will be
They welcome whatever will be.