White horse went far on the grass
In the field
Her harness covered with silver is at home
But all she needs is freedom
The groom ran off his legs
- what's happened with you?
He calls and writes all the day
BUt she shakes her mane
as if she hears nothing
Solid grund and long road
Of the fire and into the flame
many people wanted to get her back
But no one knew her name.