You've enslaved my heart oh golden steed.
I long to follow where'er you lead.
Perchance your dreams entwine with mine,
To ride the wind o'er turf so fine.
Your flaxen mane will brush my face,
As fleet of foot away you race.
You weave your spell with rakish stride,
Oh untamed spirit of maverick pride.
I long to follow where'er you lead.
Perchance your dreams entwine with mine,
To ride the wind o'er turf so fine.
Your flaxen mane will brush my face,
As fleet of foot away you race.
You weave your spell with rakish stride,
Oh untamed spirit of maverick pride.