The horses are coming, hear them coming
Through the desert of the night
The horses are coming, hear them running
With the sight of a thousand eyes
Arabia, Arabia
The darkest star you are
To the city of stars
Where the blue roses are
How they've run so far
Wells of green, crystal clean
Watch them drink to another tide
Hearts are waiting, anticipating
For the night of a thousand cries
See how they run, run, run, see how they run
Hooves thumping hearts beating as one
To where the blues roses grow
Found in field of Persian dreams
To where the blues roses grow
Blooming bright on Persian nights
They all ran after the farmer's wife
Who cut off their tales with a carving knife
They all ran after the farmer's wife
Three blind mice
To the city of no sun, no sun anymore
Forget me not this folklore
No sun anymore