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On Horseback
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I like the smell of a westerly breeze But what I like more than all of these Is to be on horseback. Through the grass, across the snow Big brown beastie, big brown face I'd rather be with you than flying through space. And open fires, and roaring flames. But if the thunder's in my brain, I'd like to be on horseback. Some make chaos, and others, toys. But if I was to have the choice, I'd rather be on horseback. On this small planet, and who knows where. But when it's strange and full of fear, It's nice to be on horseback. Some hit their heads against the wall. But it doesn't really matter at all, When you happen to be on horseback. To Hergest Ridge you should come. In summer, winter, rain or sun, It's good to be on horseback. Hmph! |