The toad road licked my wheels like a sabre Winds of the marsh lightly blew Stone jars stacked with stars on her shoulders Hunters of pity she slew Chariots of silk she rode Stallions of gold she owned A mad Mage with a maid on his eyebrows Hunteth the realm for a God Who could teach him the craft of decanting The glassy entrails of a frog Chariots of silk she rode Stallions of gold she owned <♪> Chariots of silk she rode Stallions of gold she owned The Bard of my birth with his ballet Walked the wild worlds in the chase For the black chested canary Who as a moose can sing bass Chariots of silk she rode Stallions of gold she owned <♪> Chariots of silk she rode Stallions of gold she owned