Jan Gillies - Gray Mare

Gray Mare Jan Gillies, revised 7/22
1. Young girls love horses, they race through their dreams
I fell for one, when I was 15
A week at a Dude Ranch, Last in a line
But my horse had no saddle; They didn’t say why.
The trail ride was slow, ‘til we came to a field
Then a short, gentle run, but my mare wouldn’t yield
Passed all the rest like they weren’t even there
Heading straight for the forest, I was too terrified to be scared!
Chorus:
‘Cause she flew like the wind in the morning
Her coat, a bright dapple –gray
This horse had no peers when she laid back her ears
She blew all the others away!

2. Turning her head, racing onward,
We circled the field three times
Trotted up to their jeers and laughter
Then back to the ranch to unwind
There they unveiled her saddle
Now a pretzel, from hitting a tree
Offered to let me switch horses
But I looked at her,… she at me
Bridge:
Something in her eye, she just needs to fly, time is racing by
Set me free!

3. Next morning we rode out together
Just the two of us in the bright dawning
A good open field, where she could run
While the rest were still stretching and yawning
This time I was ready, and so was she
This girl needed speed, just an old horse and me
We raced the wind, with nobody to see
As she taught me how to fly!
(chorus)….tag:
‘Cause this old gray mare was just what she used to be
Many long years ago.