OLD BLUE BY FIONA CUMMINGS
Pull on some blue jeans and my check shirt
Scrape from my boots
the glued on dirt
Pick up my hat
Call in my cat
Feed him his breakfast
Curse at the mist
Wishing for some sun
So I can feel the heat as we run
Under the summer sky
No worries
No need to ask why
Just saddle up my dapple horse
Feed him his apple of course
Clime on high
Do the rough Corse
Over the heathery hills
Feeling light like feathery quills
Oh such absolute thrills
When I am riding
No time for crying
Chuck away those awful pills
Jumping the fence
Will he make it
I’m tense
Of course he would
He is so good
The smell of the earth beneath the hooves
Let him go free
Allow him to choose
In which direction will he go
Oh it’s so wonderful my hair shall flow
The wind in my face
As he cantors with grace
The happiness he must feel
His life he must steel
For his species are chained
For their freedom is pained
But my horse is free
Just him and me
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