Yet, I persist in your story, and how it should be told
I'll open my heart, let my feelings unfold
I met you on that summers day, saw the wind in your hair I loved you at first sight, put my heart in your care We rode through the forests, fields, and mountains up high The views of the valleys made me wish we could fly Do you ponder, of who I write of, I'll tell you, of course His name is Sunset, he's an Arabian horse