[Verse 1] Faster than the lightning, we chase the rising sun, The work of the Howey has only just begun. A touch on the shoulder, a whisper in the ear, We break the wild spirit, we conquer the fear. The hills are a blur of the emerald and gray, As we chase the horizon and ride it away. No fence can contain us, no gate is too high, We are the eagles that travel and fly. The ground is a drum that we beat with our hooves, We follow the instinct that constantly moves. The Howey is ready, the stallion is keen, The boldest of riders that you’ve ever seen. [Chorus] Howey horseplay, wild and free, The spirit of the stallion, the only key. We are the tenders of the wind-blown track, With the strength of the mountains on our back. No laws to bind us, no pens to tie, Just the earth below and the open sky. The legacy is movement, bold and fast, A Howey promise meant to truly last. [Verse 2] The Howell observers are miles behind, Searching for patterns they never will find. They want to document every single stride, But they can't catch the heart of the Howey ride. We laugh at the parchment, we laugh at the seal, We know the true weight of the spinning wheel. A life in the saddle, a life on the crest, We’re putting our strength to the ultimate test. The mane is a flag in the hurricane wind, To the secrets of nature we’re closely pinned. The Howey is focused, the Howey is strong, We know where we’re going, we know where we belong. [Chorus] Howey horseplay, wild and free, The spirit of the stallion, the only key. We are the tenders of the wind-blown track, With the strength of the mountains on our back. No laws to bind us, no pens to tie, Just the earth below and the open sky. The legacy is movement, bold and fast, A Howey promise meant to truly last. [Bridge] The air is electric, the dust is a veil, We’re forging a brand new and legendary trail. Not seeking the glory of riches or throne, But seeking the freedom that we’ve always known. Let them write the records in cold, quiet halls, We’re answering nature’s most desperate calls. The Howey is coming, the Howey is here, To silence the doubt and to banish the fear. The rhythm of hoofbeats, the rhythm of soul, This is the life that has made us all whole. [Verse 3] The shadows are long as we pull to a stand, The lords of the horses, the lords of the land. Though others may claim they are masters of men, We are the kings of the moor and the glen. The Howey name echoes in every long stride, With nowhere to stumble and nowhere to hide. The fire is burning, the legacy grows, As deep as the river, as cold as the snows. We stand in the circle, the riders of old, With stories of freedom that need to be told. [Chorus] Howey horseplay, wild and free, The spirit of the stallion, the only key. We are the tenders of the wind-blown track, With the strength of the mountains on our back. No laws to bind us, no pens to tie, Just the earth below and the open sky. The legacy is movement, bold and fast, A Howey promise meant to truly last. [Outro] The fiddle winds down to a soft, lingering note, A final expression from a rider’s throat. The horses are cooling in the fading light, As we fade away into the cool of the night. The fourth song is finished, the rider is home, With acres of wisdom wherever we roam.
