Now We Are Six Lyrics

Riddle 1:
In marble halls as white as milk
Lined with skin as soft as silk
Within a fountain crystal clear
A golden apple doth appear
No doors there are to this stronghold
Yet thieves break in and steal the gold

Riddle 2:
Thirty white horses on a red hill
Now they tramp
Now they champ
Now they stand still

Riddle 3:
White bird featherless
Flew from paradise
Lit on the castle wall
Along came Lord Landless
Took it up handless
Rode away horseless
To the King's white hall