Horses – Rob Baird

All of the horses
Know any better
They take to running
They always come home
All of the horses
They stick together
They take a liking
Won’t leave you away long
Smile when they’re crying
Don’t think before loving
Stand when they’re sleeping
And trust they won’t fall

Oh when will I go flying?
Oh when will I let go?

All of the horses
Blind to the troubles
There in the saddles
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All of the horses
Graceful comes easy
Come out to thunder
Grateful for sun
Bask in the freedom
With nothing to stop them
Aching and wisdom
They always come home

Oh when will I go flying?
Oh when will I let go?

Oh when will I go flying?
Oh when will I let go?

Oh when will I ride?

Oh when will I go flying?
Oh when will I let go?

Oh when will I go flying?
Oh when will I let go?

Oh when will I ride?

Oh when will I go flying?
Oh when will I ride?