Horse of a Different Color
This is the Horse Of A Different Color you've always
heard tell about...well and this season it's a
celebration of the heart...ceremony of the horseman as
the gypsies danced you kissed me and I lost all reason
and as they partied all night long we made love 'til
the break of dawn...then as the clan sat out for the
promise of gold summers wetland you took my hand and
climbed up real close to me...I said hold on tight, I
said getty up Midnight going down the golden mountains
and blue green streams...somewhere along the way you
whispered in my ear I want you right now, right here
let them go their own way we'll find ours...now how
could I resist that well I guess California can wait
another day or two we've already come thus far and
heart to heart I knew we'd live the rest of our days
for richer or poorer never to part...ceremony of the
horseman, ceremony of the heart and this is the Horse of
A Different Color you've always heard tell about!
Copyright © Bo Lanier | Year Posted 2015
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