Fire is my horses feet,
Being free is for me,
Galloping along in the high country,
We get up and down with the sun,
At the end of the day I can't even run.
We love going along as fast as we can,
My horse went on he ran and ran,
I stand up in the saddle to feel the breeze,
My horse goes on gracefully I feel at ease.
I've felt the power of the bond we share,
Let it go on year by year,
We love it in the high country,
It is the place where we are free.