They are the masters of the land
A horse is a horse of course
But they are not toys
For little girls and little boys
They are power and life
Free from strife
They are masters of the land
Tamed by no hand
Their free spirit lingers
Despite your filthy fingers
Resting on the whip and the fiery tip
Of a cattle brand
A horse is your family
Your partner and friend
With you till the very end
Their love and trust rests in you
Believing anything else is simply untrue