The Rider. The Horse. The Land. के बोल

You fill my cup and I fill yours You fill my cup and I fill yours You sang over me, with a tambourine in your hand About the rider, the horse, and the land You sang over me, with a tambourine in your hand About the rider, the horse, and the land You play my notes and I play yours You play my notes and I play yours You sang over me, with a silver bell in your hand, About your dreams in the morning of a wide and ancient land You sang over me with a silver bell in your hand About your visions in the morning of a wide and ancient land I will be the watchman on your wall You will be the watchman on my wall I will be the watchman on your wall You will the watchman on my wall