It used to be on a rocking horse
Gallop-a-trot, gallop-a-trot
Then on an imaginary hobby horse
Away, far away
Adventures calling
On the pinto mare, the gentlest one of them all.
Miles disappeared beneath four sturdy hooves.
The grasslands called them out as one.
And now she sits, with eyes closed
Remembering sweet remembrance of days of youth
Rocking, steadfast rocking.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
It used to be on a rocking horse
Gallop-a-trot, gallop-a-trot
Then on an imaginary hobby horse
Away, far away
Adventures calling
On the pinto mare, the gentlest one of them all.
Miles disappeared beneath four sturdy hooves.
The grasslands called them out as one.
And now she sits, with eyes closed
Remembering sweet remembrance of days of youth
Rocking, steadfast rocking.