Nimrodel/The Procession/The White Rider — текст песни (camel)

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When he rides, my fears subside,
For darkness turns once more to light.
Through the skies, his white horse flies,
To find a land beyond the night.


Once he wore grey, he fell and slipped away
From everybody`s sight.
The wizard of them all, came back from his fall
This time wearing white.


He has a certain air, as if he`s never there,
But somehow far away.
And though he seems afar, like a distant star.
His warm he can convey.