Вершы: Barbara Dickson. Dark End of the Street. Fine Horseman.

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