"In the Morning" (poem)

The sun comes o'er the mountains
This morning in fair Bayern
You're walking through the field
but something makes you turn.
I'll be there riding Ghalian
and I'll beckon you to join us
Through the mist of this sweet morning
We will ride.

I will feel your arms around me
but we don't say a single word
Such things are not needed
we listen only for the birds
Ghalian trots slowly
as we go to the rising sun
The journey is never-ending
and this one has just begun.