nimrodel, the procession, the white rider

one of my favourites by Camel - from the album, mirage


when he rides, my fears subside,
for darkness turns once more to light;
through the skies, his white horse flies,
to find a land beyond the night;

once he wore grey, he fell and slipped away
from everybody's sight;
the wizard of them all, came back from his fall
this time wearing white;

he has a certain air, as if he's never there,
but somehow far away;
and though he seems afar, like a distant star.
his warmth he can convey;