Warrior - Laura Marling

He means to ride me on

He sees a battle he don’t want to face alone

I bolt upwards and shake him off my back

He falls to his knees, on to a bloody track

Well I can’t be your horse any more

You’re not the warrior I’ve been looking for

I see what you mean to do with me

I cannot protect you from who you want to be

Go face the Lord on your own

You have my love but it will not make you grow

I can’t be your horse anymore

You’re not the warrior I would die for

He fearing solitude, began to beg

When he saw I was sure, stuck a knife into my leg

Good luck walking on in your own bloody trail

This noble path you’re on will send us both to hell

I’m just a horse on the moor

Where is my warrior I’ve been looking for?

I stumble some way on, licking my sores

Tasting the memory of pain I have endured

Wondering where am I to go?

Well looking back on a bloody trail, you think that I should know

But I’m just a horse with no name

Somewhere there is other beasts who think the same

I’m just a horse with no name

Some place there’s some other beasts who think the same

One morning I awoke to someone calling me

A priestess I’d seen once in some arcana dream

And she pulled an orange from the ground

Is this my warrior?

I am found

I’m just a horse with no name

Where are my other beasts who think the same?

I’m just a horse on the moor

Where is the warrior I’ve been looking for?