Chariots Of Silk - Marc Bolan, T. Rex

The toad road licked my wheels like a sabre

Winds of the marsh lightly blew

Stone jars stacked with stars on her shoulders

Hunters of pity she slew

Chariots of silk she rode

Stallions of gold she owned

A mad Mage with a maid on his eyebrows

Hunteth the realm for a God

Who could teach him the craft of decanting

The glassy entrails of a frog

Chariots of silk she rode

Stallions of gold she owned

The Bard of my birth with his ballet

Walked the wild worlds in the chase

For the black chested canary

Who as a moose can sing bass

Chariots of silk she rode

Stallions of gold she owned