(Don't Ride the Big) White Horse

John Rhys Eddins © 1968

Arr. by Plain Brown Wrapper

The trees of night are aglow on a black walk

The crystal whispers its soft liquid dream 

Then the man, said to me 

Come on and see, come on and be 

The white you see, the light must be

The Big White Horse

See,.. all the me,  all the we,  all the tea in the sea
Feel,.. how you grow, with the flow, in the blow of the snow

A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah (3 times)

The clock of autumn is watching me run, now,

The darken pine tree is tearing my soul

Then the man said to me, come on and see

The white you see, the light must be

The Big White Horse

Down,...

Down,...

DOWN !

(Instrumental)

Don’t ride the big, white horse,.. don’t ride the big, white horse no, no,..

Don’t ride the big, white horse,.. don’t ride the big, white horse no, no...

Don’t ride the big, white horse,.. no, no...

Don’t ride the big, white horse,.. no, no...