Knock, Knock, Knock

Would you ride with me Till white horses swing on the hill? You could see their snowwhite hair Kissed by the wind. Would you take my hand? Will you ever say me that I will always be your lovely one, only one? Would you ride with me Till red horses made on the sun? You could see their fiery hair Burning like flame Would you hold me tights? Will you ever give me a kiss, Which will be the very longliness, strongliness? Would you ride with me Till blue horses made on the cloud? You could see their silk hair Touched by the heaven. Would you hurt me again? Will you leave me thousand times? All the same I’ll be your lovely one, only one