At the far side of the land

In a sunset's silouette

Lies an autumn lake

Where white downed swans pirouette

A calming hay scent breeze

Whispers through the golden fields suddenly, gently

Brushing softly the cheeks of a graceful willow tree

Beneath its boughs dreams come true

And hidden emotions get set free

As the tangerine moon glow

Casts the softness of its light

In its loving arms

Sits the dusky blue-black sky

At the far side of the land

Is where I ride

Into a sunset's silouette

Where white downed swans pirouette