Do you see them coming Through fields of snow? Do you see them riding Through fields of snow? One rides for a woman who has no name One rides for a king And one just rides, and rides, And rides and rides for the girl in the swing They race like phantoms In the pale moon light You see them follow The pale moon light They ride through places where the walls are white Where the noble voices of women sing A brace of thanks, the silent night And a song for the girl in the swing When you just asked me Do I know what love is Well, sure I know Sure I know what love is It's the thief of sleep, a boy and his dog A red rubber ball, these old foolish things A rain that falls a long, long way from home It lives in the girl in the swing, it lives in the girl in the swing