Through veils of green, a field of dreams, your spirit came to me.
With gentle eyes, a noble stride, your withers were my wings.
Heaven smiled upon me, as you lifted me to grace, I never felt this kind of free, or harmony, my friend and me.
We danced in rhyme, transcended time, among the wooded knoll.
With every turn, had much to learn, hope settled on my soul.
Heaven smiled upon me, as you lifted me to grace, I never felt this kind of free, or harmony.
Now my body may not know, but my heart can tell, there's no better place to be.
Heaven smiled upon me, as you lifted me to grace, I never felt this kind of free, or harmony, my friend and me.
Your withers were my wings, my friend and me, in harmony. Your withers were my wings, my friend and me, in harmony.