Over the red hills we soar
On a midnight ride
Not really going anywhere
Finding somewhere to hide
Running over fields
Jumping over gorse
Here I am in silver
Riding my silver horse
Caverns and tunnels
Deep underground
We walk and walk
Until we have found:
A cave full of gold
A tunnel of silver
A chamber of emerald
A sapphire river
But all we want
Is somewhere to hide
Somewhere to rest
On our midnight ride
