There were horses in the stables And the stables were right next door I saw a girl once ride those very horses It might have been me, I'm not really sure Oh memory has a keen edge Drawing blood and sometimes more And all my pretty horses fly Oh my childhood coming to see me In the shapes of those I've loved There were mountains in the far off distance And they asked me what could be done Oh the climbing can seem endless But I climbed them every one And all my pretty horses fly All my pretty horses fly And I stay here in my stillness With my ghosts of memory There was dancing; I still can remember Like the apples taken from our tree Oh my daughters fly like horses In the flying remember me And all my pretty horses fly All my pretty horses fly All my pretty horses fly