The White Rider Live At Hammersmith Odeon / 1976

When he rides our fears Subside. The darkness turns once more to light. Through the skies his white horse flies To find a land beyond the night. Once he wore grey. He fell and slipped away from everybody's sight. But the wizard of them all came back from His fall, with this time wearing white. He has a certain air, as if he's never There, but somehow far away. And though he seems afar, like a distant star, His warmth he can convey.