Little girl, just three years old
Carrying a bucket full of oats
Morning rising, long brown hair,
Raised on a farm with her best friend a mare
She grew up to be a pretty young girl
Riding horses was all her world
Tried to love me for a while
Broken promises, she rode out the miles
She said… Come on and love horses like I do
Their loyal friends, honest and true
Learn to run and fly with the wind
Come on and love horses like I do
Found a poem in a box of her years
Reading those words, they still bring me a tear
So I sing this song for that little cowgirl
She cried… Come on and love horses like I do!
Their loyal friends, honest and true, learn to run and fly with the wind
Come on and love horses like I do, come on and love horses like I do
Come on and love horses like I do, come on and love horses…… like I do