As a child I watched a splendid steed, And could not keep my joy contained. My heart raced after its distant s…
As a child I watched a splendid steed,
And could not keep my joy contained.
My heart raced after its distant stride,
My thoughts rode off on the long wind-blown mane.
Firecrackers rang in the turning year,
Carved wood bore blessings fresh and clear.
That joyful feeling stays with me,
A heart beneath the sky wild and free.