Washing Horses in Eden
David Knopfler
Moonlit lovers, midnight fires
Hungry lovers in the moonlit night
I see gypsy strummers taking flight
After washing horses in Eden
In Eden
Clouds roll down o’er the cold Pennines
Red parrots squawking in golden skies
And if you’re feeling tired of your nine to five
Come wash your horses in Eden
Wash your horses in Eden
Wash your horses in Eden
In Eden
And the moon lights up like a midnight sun
Stolen pleasures with your chosen one
Here in the garden of Paradise
We’re washing horses in Eden
Washing horses in Eden
Washing horses in Eden
In Eden
We’re washing horses in Eden
One last prayer for freedom
Washing horses in Eden
In Eden