Walking down a country lane alone and it is sunny I pass nobody on my way down to the church When I arrive inside is cool and still and ancient And in this moment I am beholden There was a fine young girl with apple blossom hair I courted her and to my eyes the world was free And then she led me to the mountain of parting And for this moment I was not prepared This is the way it always feels This is the way it always feels Again the loneliest of chords rings down the ages I cannot walk away I play on desperately And oh how gloriuosly I disappear on horseback And for this moment I am imprisoned This is the way it always feels This is the way it always feels Ride the horses ...