A song about a girl and her horse, past, present and future. Lyrics:
Verse 1
On a cold and misty morning we go riding out
To a special kind of place that no one knows about.
(And) with the spirit of the forest hanging over me,
We’re together riding always simply wild and free.
Chorus
Cause she’s a trail rider,
(and) she’s a high flyer,
She’s the finest little filly in the land.
Yeah, that’s Cheyenne.
Verse 2
When the heavy hands of life are pressing down on me,
And the barren trails of solitude are all I see,
We go charging into special lands that now abide,
In the joining of the real and unreal in the ride.
Verse 3
Now the raging river of my youth is now a stream,
And the crashing passion of the past is largely dream,
But the racing of the friendly hooves keeps drawing me,
To that special kind of place we have, eternally.
