Horses gallop 'cross the endless plain, Thunder hooves in driving rain. Manes like fire, wild and free, Running where the wild winds be. Dawn breaks gold on dusty trail, Herd moves swift without fail. Foals beside their mothers run, Chasing light of rising sun. Horses, horses, wild and bold, Legends in the stories told. Through the storm and morning light, Hearts of thunder, pure delight. Rivers crossed in rushing flow, Mountains high where wild winds blow. Stallions lead with fearless stride, Mares protect the young with pride. Twilight falls, the herd rests still, Stars above the silent hill. Dreams of open fields they roam, Freedom calls them ever home. Horses, horses, wild and bold, Legends in the stories told. Through the storm and morning light, Hearts of thunder, pure delight. No reins can hold their ancient fire, No fence can quench their deep desire. They charge on through the endless skies, With thunder hooves and burning eyes. Horses, horses, run forever free, Thunder hooves on sacred ground. In their rhythm, truth is found. Horses... horses... wild as these.
