East Cave
She mounted her horse
She told the white horse
'Hey Whitey, falcons wing
Rating has been your work
Ever has money rated
Lead me to the city of diamonds
I know not the road to the city of diamonds
He was a beast and could not talk
But the steed knew many things
He looked over the mountain
Wind in her cape
Sane in their eyes
As they crossed them dunes
Til they rushed down the mountain
To the plain of time