Lyrics

Come tell your story, won’t you sing to me again,
of when you roamed the high plateau before the time of men?
Wild soaring stallion, where the seven buddhas reign
protector of your broodmares, Sultan of the plain.

Come tell your story, won’t you sing to me again
of when you roamed the high plateau before the time of men?
Which river did you sleep beside, who was your favorite mare?
The times you were victorious, your scent upon the air.

Beautiful white stallion, shake your shining main,
with your tail across these strings, i’ll play you back again.
Wild white stallion, your luminescent tail
draw across my strings tonight, I’ll play you home again.

Come tell your story, won’t you sing to me again
of how you roamed the high plateau before the time of men?
Fluted yellow rows of bone beneath a burning sky,
they may take your body but your soul will never die.

Taken from this world too soon, now just your hair to hold,
each night upon my violin, your story will be told.
Spirit of the mountains, the prairie and the steppe
ruler of your high plateau before the time of men.

Beautiful white stallion, shake your wild main
with your tail upon these strings, I’ll play you back again.
Oh, wild stallion, your luminescent tail
draw across my strings tonight, I’ll play you home again.

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