Well here we hold the key
To unlock the mind and set us free
Free to feel so close
To the Valley of the White Horse
Well pure, pure she stands
As a keeper of these great lands
And in the eye, she's drawn to me
For I see what was and what will be
Well here, we walk the line
Inside to find my way home
When clouds arrive, we find shelter from the storm
I see the path and realize, and slow[?] my mind
Well here, we walk the line
Inside to find my way home
When clouds arrive, we find shelter from the storm
I see the path and realize, and slow my mind
