And she frolics with her friends and colt.
My horse is a palomino paint,
Though her whinny is a little faint,
She's still graceful and she's quaint.
She holds her head up when she prances,
And when she runs it looks like she dances.
When I ride her if fells like were flying,
But when she's hurt I fell like dying.
We are a pare my horse and me,
And when she blind and can not see,
I'll always know that she still loves me.