White Horse Rising

{slow melodic acoustic guitar arpeggios} {soft organ pad} {distant ride

cymbal swells}

Lay down your crown of withered leaves

The tarot spins its silent thread

A white horse waits among the trees

To walk the paths where shadows tread

The flag is raised,

the white flower blooms (ooh-ooh)

{tighter drum subdivision, rising cymbal pattern,

push feel} It is the end that makes the garden grow

Out of the dark,

the purest rivers flow

(ahhh) {powerful blending

male vocal duet

in harmony} We fear the blade that cuts the vine

But sweet the grape and sweet the wine

A necessary, holy fall

To build a doorway in the wall

The flag is raised,

the white flower blooms {tighter drum subdivision,

rising

cymbal pattern, push

feel} It is the end that makes the garden grow

Out of the dark,

the purest rivers flow

{key-change lift, stacked gang harmonies,

wider stereo guitars}

Pure beginnings... (hummmm) {acoustic

guitar fading, final solitary

piano chords}