We ride on the snowy hills
Under the moonlight
Echoes of the valleys
Fade in the night [bad word] 
Where the rocky mountains' trees
Meet the sky
Where the [bad word] so clear
And cold

Riding Riding
We'll reach the holly fields
So far away so far away

Riding riding
We'll see the ocean's gates
So far away so far away

We fight against thunder
 [bad word] with storms
We dance in the fires
Of willows and thorns
Where the future meets the past
I will ride on
Where the ancient tales are right
I'll go

Riding Riding
We'll reach the holly fields
So far away so far away

Riding riding
We'll see the ocean's gates
So far away so far away