Wooden Horses Letra

When you're living by the river

You and your bride of seventeen

Every day spent with her



Summer is late in the valley

And the garden is finding it so cold

Your daughter has gone to New York

And the Ram was finally sold



And all around you, above and from below

Isn't it strange, the way life goes?

And you lie with your window open, so you see the stars

Thinking of wooden horses, playing old guitars



What seems like yesterdays

Your children they grew beside you

And love was harvested every year

When the evening breezes blew



And all around you, above and from below

Isn't it strange, the way life goes?

And you lie with your window open, so you see the stars

Thinking of wooden horses, playing old guitars

And you lie with your window open, so you see the stars

Thinking of wooden horses, playing old guitars