Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
Karen Black
It all turned out the way I planned it
If I planned it, but I didn't plan it
You are the way he could be
If he would be but I never dreamed it
I didn't mean it
Once perhaps when I was young
I dreamed you rode up to me
Through the forest green you rode up
Through the village green you rode up
Leaning from your stallion
Offering a hand to greet me
It all turned out the way I planned it
If I planned it, but I didn't plan it
You are the way he could be
If he would be but although I dreamt it
I never meant it
Once perhaps I made a wish
That someone really knew me
It was really you I dreamed of
How could it be you I dreamed of?
Leaning from your stallion
Offering your hand to greet me
It all turned out the way I planned it
If I planned it, well, perhaps
I planned it