Words William H.Ogilvie/ Music W. Gustafson (Two Medicine Music, BMI)
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The hooves of the horses O' witching and sweet
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Is the music earth steals from the iron-shod feet
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No whisper of lover, no trilling of bird
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Can stir me as hooves of the horses have stirred
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They spurn disappointment and trample despair
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And drown with their drum beats the challenge of care
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With scarlet and silk for their banners above
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They are swifter than fortune and sweeter than love
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On the wings of the morning they gather and fly
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In the hush of the night-time I hear them go by
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The horses of memory thundering through
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With flashing white fetlocks all wet with the dew
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When you lay me to slumber no spot you can choose
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But will ring to the rhythm of galloping shoes
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And under the daisies no grave be so deep
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For the hooves of the horses to sound in my sleep
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Hooves of the Horses
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| Wylie & The Wild West Show |
