With your white arms wrapped about me And locked in embrace so cold We slept a 1000 years or more To awake in a land of gold
Where, the king of the world was a creature Both man and woman and beast Under a landscape boiled with a million strange flowers And the sun set in the east
And we were heroes you and I By virtue of age and skill And we rode to the land At the edge of the skies To an emerald tower on a hill