The prairie blows the grasses
And whips the horse’s mane.
They travel, horse and rider,
Through the sea of amber grain
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I sit upon my horse
And gaze at the field
A field of rippling grass
Blowing in the wind
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I feel the wind
I hear the birds
I ride my horse
As I sing words
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I can only imagine
What is in your heart,
What do you feel
When we are apart?
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Is this real, or is this fantasy?
The wind rushing forcefully
Through my long dark hair
The feel of the cool air
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There is a dream
Of rushing wind
And riding o’er
The growing green
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Sunlight...
I feel the sun
Warm on my skin
Shining on me
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I stand still among the blowing grasses
And north, the growing rumble passes
A thundering of hooves upon the plain
A cloud of dust rises, no wind can contain
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Miles are left behind
The drumming of hooves
Can be heard across the plains
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I am a born Champion
I yearn to run the race
At the starting line
I stamp my hooves
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