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!
          
          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.
          
          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!
          
          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. . . .