Looking into my horse's eyes, I can see other skies, I can really feel the rain, I can see the sun again,
I and the village,
We journey through the dark into the night, so like the stars we shine at night, I and the Village.
We have a little church in town, friendly father waiting there, he will care for you, he'll be there for you,
I and The Village.
Down below we work the fields, always grateful for the yield, no matter times of flood or drought, about our love we have no doubt.
Oh I love to watch you when you work, your fingers and toes covered in earth, I love you in your peasant dress, tonight with you I will rest,
I and The Village.

Jan Peters 2009 ~ After the Marc Chagall painting of the same name.