Blue-Eyed Ponies Drag Their Pickets

Blue-eyed ponies drag their pickets In my dream Into a distant light Whose source is yet unseen Beyond the cactus flowers now they run From where the sudden sound of music comes And now I do believe it is the rising of the sun That comes to greet me here at last Because the aching of my has passed Because the blue-eyed ponies now are free And symbolize the way for me to run Into the the beauty of the sun