Now We Are Six

Lyrics

Traditional Riddle 1: In marble halls as white as milk Lined with skin as soft as silk Within a fountain crystal clear A golden apple doth appear No doors there are to this stronghold Yet thieves break in and steal the gold Riddle 2: Thirty white horses on a red hill Now they tramp Now they champ Now they stand still Riddle 3: White bird featherless Flew from paradise Lit on the castle wall Along came Lord Landless Took it up handless Rode away horseless To the King's white hall