Emma Shapplin

A driven charger
Foams on the plain
Knows not whither
Reins float on its
Careworn flanks
Reins float...

Carried away, wisdom unheeding
Such devotion!
Driving itself
To the edge of reason... Oh so weary

Blow
Blow wind...
Blow evening wind

Blow
Blow wind
Blow wind

My driven charger
We were proud then
Unthinking, cocksure
We defied death
Death...
Tomorrow will I feel
By your rugged frame
The shuddering of my loins
On dusty trails... Oh you, you!

Blow
Blow wind...
Blow evening wind

Blow
Blow wind
Blow wind

Hazy guidelight
Illuminate my night, watermark
Of your blue flanks
Hope, oh you, you!

You are my black mount
I was your yellow serpent
Blow wind

Blow
Blow wind...
Blow evening wind

Blow
Blow wind
Blow wind

My driven charger
I loved you wild
By taming the unknown
Have I lost your wake?
Your wake

Carried away, enraged
I sought the absolute..
Shipwreck

Blow
Blow wind...
Blow evening wind

Blow
Blow wind
Blow wind.