I SHALL saddle my horse, And on my fast horse I shall gallop and fly, Than a hawk more light, Across fields, over sea, To lands far away. I shall summon and find My lost youth again. I'll be strong, I'll be great In the youth once mine. And again I shall please Lovely young maidens. But alas! is no road To what's past recall. Never, never shall rise The sun out of the west! * |