horse called music

high on a mountain in western montana

a silhouette moves 'cross a cinnamon sky

riding alone on a horse he called music

with a song on his lips

and a tear in his eye

he dreams of a time

and a lady that loved him

and how he would sing her sweet lullabies

but we don't ever ask him

and he never talks about her

guess it is better to just let it slide

but sang ooh" to the ladies