The Castle

Under the noon moon off an old country road
 Is a dirt worn path that is dappled with sun
 At the end of the path is a place they call the castle
 Ruinous stone walls of splendour undone
 Paths from the river to bridges and hollows
 Maiden walk mazes to the old castle keep
 Grafitti walled sanctums now filled with garbage
 And the ghost of a maiden that forever does weep
 And we ran to the castle
 And we danced in the sun
 And I walked away dreaming
 Oh we were so young
 Hush now a faint cry, hush now and listen
 Something is calling us from under the ground
 Calling from tree trunks and moss covered marble
 Or is it the cry of the quail hunters hound
 Remember I kissed you there like knights kiss their ladies
 In a wheat covered clearing made by some dear
 At the end of a path at the back of the castle
 I walked away dreaming while holding you near
 And we ran to the castle
 And we danced in the sun
 And I walked away dreaming
 Oh we were so young
 Maybe there's a shadow that lingers and follows
 And feeds off the soul of a man such as me
 A leftover midnight that ceases to tarry
 And falls upon the living like October leaves
 As we made our way back down the old country road
 The noon moon was placing some stars in the sky
 And just as I turned on my Volkswagon headlights
 A silver white stallion went galloping by
 And we ran to the castle
 And we danced in the sun
 And I walked away dreaming
 Oh we were so young