Fine Horseman - Barbara Dickson

Sleeping in my bed

Strange thoughts a-running through my head

And I dreamed you were

Playing with my hair

Fine fine sparrow, fine fine horseman

Rain falls and the wind roars

All the folks are indoors

We came through a ford

Riding over the moors

Fine fine sparrow and a fine fine horseman

Your dreams among my dreams

Blue seas amongst sunbeams;

Shades of yellow, shades of green

These are your dreams among my dreams

Fine fine sparrow, fine fine horseman

Morning to you, farming man

Here’s to your heart, your family and land

I’ll pay down a ring and a gold band

On a field for a ride around

For a fine fine sparrow, a fine fine horseman

Morning likewise, maiden and man

My family’s dead, my heart is in the ground

I have no land

This is no time for a farming man

Nor a fine fine sparrow, or a fine fine horseman

Sleeping in my bed