Where Horses Go

When the last roundup's all been done The brandin' irons have cooled When the spurs are hangin' on the wall The bridles all are jeweled There's a place where the grass is sweet Water runs cool and clear There are no fences or corrals Danger is never near That is where horses go, my friend Paradise to run free A life well lived and rest well earned A perfect place to be Sometimes a cowboy passes by Goin' to his reward Tears will fall as he tips his hat He had no better pard' 3-7-20 Contest: Some Paradise Where Horses Go Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner