Texty: Wishbone Ash. Hot Ash. Blowin' Free.

And all because I seen her.
I thought I had a girl
And all because I seen her.
Her hair was golden brown (yes it was)
Blowin' free like a cornfield.

She was far away
I found it hard to reach her.
She told me you can try
But it's impossible to find her.

In my dreams everything was all right -
In your schemes you can only try