there she stands awaiting, with the
sunshine in her hair
she is such a beauty, sometimes I have
to stare
the smoothness in her walking, the
gentle way she'll run
she will not turn back toward the house
until the job is done
the playful way she throws her head in
the early morning breeze
she has one goal for that day, and that is
just to please
we'll sit up on the hill top and watch
the cattle rise
and they'll wander toward the green
meadows which is no big surprise
slowly we'll walk our way back home
and there I'll set her free
that ends a perfect morning with her
right next to me
words cannot describe it, it's just a
natural force
when a man is with the one he loves,
his good ole trusted horse