To where...to where I come to you like an arrow through the night To where...to where To the horse fair Cutting through the breeze To where...to where I see the ribbons in her hair To where...to where To the horse fair Through the spring air And the ribbons in her hair To the perfect life of a distant mind To where...to where These picture-book scenes And wild seas To where...to where To nowhere To the horse fair And the ribbons in her hair From nowhere Through blissful black nothing Like no one to nowhere To where...to where To the horse fair The ribbons in her hair But I am the black arrow That flies through the night.