Who rise with the dawn
 Dreaming of lovers
 Sing to the swans
 The count gave me a jet black saddle to ride upon
 Showed me the view
 Showed me the horses
 And he showed me you

 And you were young as morning sunlight
 You lit up another cigarette
 And silent, silent, clear and silent were your eyes
 I never will forget
 And I rode off on the wings of fantasy

 Wandering through the corridors
 In an ancient violet evening gown
 Drunk on champagne
 Had to see you again
 Found you in the stable, would you saddle me a thoroughbred
 And where will you be
 When the moon's in the trees
 Oh, come to me please

 And there I stood a modern Madame Bovary
 In a party dress
 And silent, silent, yes, your silent eyes said yes
 The lady in distress
 And the night came down on the wings of fantasy

 Well, I had been over a dozen times or more
 To the red sand on Normandy's shore
 Seen the Abby of Mont. St. Michel
 Diamonds of Deauville
 Ah, but I've never kissed you before
 And you gave your heart to me

 Yes, I am a fair and silver lady
 I dance in the snow
 And follow the stallions
 Where the north winds blow
 While I was lamenting over my lost youth
 You came along
 Dreaming of lovers
 And an evening song

 And, if I am a rose of summer
 You are a breath of spring
 A garden of delights
 And when I feel lonely in days of winter you will ride
 To the castle light
 And we will fly on the wings of fantasy
 On the wings of fantasy
 Far as the eye can see
 Off the shores of Normandy
 On the wings of fantasy