The Faery Cowgirl
I ride my winged horse beneath the moon,
With faery fiddles and spirited tunes.
My cowgirl heart and fancy flame,
Wild with glee, they're one and the same.
Sing with winds, play in trees,
Whisper Ogham across the breeze.
Clouds above and oceans below,
Guide this faery wherever she goes.
I see the western sun arise
With faery wings in morning skies.
Crossing the forests, flowing orbs,
Dreamy trails where emotions are absorbed.
Sing windswept, climb the trees,
Whisper Ogham in the breeze.
Clouds above and oceans below,
Guide this faery wherever she goes.
The Oak Grove is my range, dark and old,
With owls and horses bold,
Cowboy blues and faery songs
Will keep the prarie rolling on.
Golden treasure found in the dawn
Faeries in ocean waves carry on.
Golden sparkles and diamonds plead
For riches, that freedom to be me.
Sing with rainbows and climb the trees.
Whisper Ogham in the breeze.
Clouds above and oceans below
Guide faeries wherever they go.
My cowgirl heart is a free faery
In a magic lifestyle meant for me!
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