The Seventh Horse
Words and music by Catherine Faber © 1994

Chorus (after every verse):
	C                          Em
	Count the white horses you meet on the way.
	C               Em             Am
	Count the white horses, child, day after day.
	Em                          F         C
	Count the white horses 'til seven; if you
	F           C             G              C
	Wish on the seventh, your wish will come true.
  C                      Em
I counted them up as the lullaby said,
C          Em             F          Dm
One by the mayor's house, one by the shed,
Em                             Dm          Am
One in the lane . . . when the seventh I'd see,
    F           C         F       G
I'd wish on the seventh a hero to be!

	C                          Em
	Count the white horses you meet on the way.
	C               Em             Am
	Count the white horses, child, day after day.
	Em                          F         C
	Count the white horses 'til seven; if you
	F           C             G              C
	Wish on the seventh, your wish will come true.

One in the pasturage by the back door,
Two by the orchard, and one, that makes four,
Each day I counted and kept them in mind,
But somehow the seventh I never could find.

	C                          Em
	Count the white horses you meet on the way.
	C               Em             Am
	Count the white horses, child, day after day.
	Em                          F         C
	Count the white horses 'til seven; if you
	F           C             G              C
	Wish on the seventh, your wish will come true.

But yesterday morning, I saw the whole fair,
With all of the horse-dealers gathering there;
Six horses I saw, and as bright as a flame,
The seventh--I wished, and she called me by name!

	C                          Em
	Count the white horses you meet on the way.
	C               Em             Am
	Count the white horses, child, day after day.
	Em                          F         C
	Count the white horses 'til seven; if you
	F           C             G              C
	Wish on the seventh, your wish will come true.

I'll be a hero, as soon as I'm grown.
The seventh horse loves me, so I'm not alone.
I poke up the fire with branches and bark
And sing my own lullaby here in the dark. . . .

	C                          Em
	Count the white horses you meet on the way.
	C               Em             Am
	Count the white horses, child, day after day.
	Em                          F         C
	Count the white horses 'til seven; if you
	F           C             G              C
	Wish on the seventh, your wish will come true.

(Alternate last two verses:)

But yesterday morning, I saw the whole fair,
The horses and horse-dealers gathering there
I saw six white horses, and bright as a flam,
The seventh--I wished, and she called me by name!

I'll be a hero, as soon as I'm grown.
The seventh horse chose me, and I'm not alone.
I poke up the fire with branches and bark
And sing my own lullaby here in the dark. . . .