All My Pretty Horses

There were horses in the stables
 And the stables were right next door
 I saw a girl once ride those very horses
 It might have been me, I'm not really sure
 Oh memory has a keen edge
 Drawing blood and sometimes more
 And all my pretty horses fly
 Oh my childhood coming to see me
 In the shapes of those I've loved
 There were mountains in the far off distance
 And they asked me what could be done
 Oh the climbing can seem endless
 But I climbed them every one
 And all my pretty horses fly
 All my pretty horses fly
 And I stay here in my stillness
 With my ghosts of memory
 There was dancing; I still can remember
 Like the apples taken from our tree
 Oh my daughters fly like horses
 In the flying remember me
 And all my pretty horses fly
 All my pretty horses fly
 All my pretty horses fly