Lyrics:
(FIDDLE, GUITAR HARP INTRO)There's a card game in the courtyardand the winner loses allwhen the judge checks his supperit's so smalland the hills are grey with troubleand the dry spring gathers dustyour lover's crying in the valleyshe lost her trust(HARP SOLO)but there is a road to glorysomehow hidden in the pastbehind the gold, behind the treasurebehind the maskthen comes a team of four white horsesand a lady with night-black hairand she looks to be such a fine onebut is she really thereI've gotta knooooooooowI've gotta knooooooooowI've gotta knooooooooooooooooooooooooow.............