On that hill a centaur stands half stallion half man and his hoofs are the hoofs of a stallion and his strength it's the strength of a stallion and his pride the pride of a stallion But his tears are the tears of a man
Over the hill the centaur goes round the mountain and back again a little too far from the world of dreams and just beyond the world of a man Once the centaur loved a mare who rode beside him everywhere racing chasing cross the fields centaur and the wild mare But with the racing and chasing done they stood silent and silent there But the centaur he had words to say But the mare had only the soul of a mare Over the hill he rode on round the mountain and back again a little too far from the world of dreams and just beyond the world of a man
Once the centaur loved a girl who saw his golden aspiration walking whispering through the woods the centaur and the lovely girl But with the walking and whispering done they stood silent and then they cried For the centaur felt the stirring breeze He needed someone who could ride by his side Over the hill climbing the mountain and back again
