He rides in on the Milk White Steed

A King above all Kings indeed 

Looking for His true love from afar

Searching every land and seaside bower.

She conquers Him and catches the reins

Over the whole countryside she reigns

The Thin White Queen tips the balance

Raises up the golden chalice

Of blood red wine which she now drinks

In the palace of her King she thinks

Only of the good and never ill

Loving him in the chambers of her heart still. 

The Milk White Steed scoops her up in high

Into the cloud and yonder do they fly

Two true lovers on the powerful wing

Into the deep blue yonder they bring and mount

On the wings of power that leads them to eternity

Where they will reign freely and completely.