High above a sun-soaked hill
Through the meadows wide and still
Up and over grassy dale
Hoofbeats past a winding trail.
Glossy coat and flowing mane
Trotting down a rolling lane
Idle dreams of yesteryears
Whisper softly in my ears.
Riding through the fading gold
Through the stories yet untold
Riding in a golden chill
High above a sun-soaked hill.
