Wild Horse

Wild Horse

Wild horse, no home
Calls her life her own
Sleeps in the mountains under the moon
Grazes in the afternoon.

She paws the ground and shakes her mane
Waits for a passenger train
Races that train around the bend
‘til it blows its whistle again.

The only sight she cares to see
Is the open space of liberty
And the only sound she cares to hear
Is freedom whistling passed her ear.

Wild horse, no home
Calls her life her own
Sleeps in the mountains under the moon
Grazes in the afternoon.

One dark day an evil man
Stood with a rope in his hand
He looped the noose around her neck
Stuffed her in a gunny sack

She pawed the ground and shook her mane
With one big jerk she broke away
She ripped the skin right off his hands
You’ll never see her captured by another man

The only sight she cares to see
Is the open space of liberty
The only sound she cares to hear
Is freedom whistling passed her ear.

A wild horse, no home
Calls her life her own
Sleeps in the mountains under the moon
Grazes in the afternoon.

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