My Lovely Horse
Born To Folk cover (1:16)
[on Born To Folk: Covers 2012]
My lovely, lovely, lovely horse,
My lovely horse
My lovely horse
Running through the fields,
Running through the fields.
Where are you going
With your fetlocks flowing
In the wind? In the wind?
I want to shower you with sugar lumps, I want to shower you with sugar lumps,
And ride you over fences, fences,
Polish your hooves every single day, every single day,
And take you to the horse dentist.
My lovely, lovely, lovely horse,
My lovely horse
My lovely horse,
You’re a pony no more,
You’re a pony no more.
Running around with a man on your back,
Like a train in the night. Like a train in the night.
Yeah, like a train in the night!