Protection Lyrics

In the night comes the confession

When you think you're safe inside

The wind will blow and the house will moan

All good people run and hide

Light the candles

Up to the stairs

Walk on tiptoes

So that nobody hears

Up at the window

Look down on the lane

Four black horses

Are riding again

White birds are always circling

The broken branches of barren trees

White birds are always calling

To distant lands and far off seas

A clap of thunder

A flash of lightning

The wind will blow

And the house will moan

Something comes

At the rooftops

And all good people

Fall to their knees and cry