thru' the meadows leafy glades
with the wind upon my face
and hear the autumn serenades
grasp upon the mane
with the stirrups polished bright
I want to ride upon the stallion
thru' the bitter cold of night
I can almost smell the leather
of the saddle and the reins
I can feel the rush of adrenaline
pulsing thru' my veins
The darkness of his coat
is glistening in the rain
I feel like I am Zorro
hope I can ride this beast again