Horses Songtext
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Horses Songtext
Horses, galloping through the countryside
I wish that I had one to ride
Horses, galloping in my mind
Horses like to eat lots of hay and grass
It makes them big and strong
They have beautiful manes and poofy tails
With hair so nice and long
Horses can run faster than you or me
They′re like a speeding train
But oh, they can pack a powerful kick
Just with their hind legs
So be sure not to stand behind them
If you get the chance to be near one
Maybe just bring an apple
(That's their favourite snack, he-he)
Horses, galloping through the countryside
I wish that I had one to ride
Horses, galloping in my mind
(Yee-Haw!)
Horses wear shoes
But not quite like the ones that we wear on our feet
Horseshoes protect the horse′s hooves
When they walk on the street
A young boy horse is called a colt
And a young girl is called a filly (ha-ha-ha, that's silly)
A grown up girl is called a mare
And a grown up boy is a stallion
They can be different colours
Like brown, white, black, or golden
Ooh, I hove them so
Horses, galloping through the countryside
I wish that I had one to ride
Horses, galloping in my mind
(Giddy up now horsie, come on, giddy up!)
Horses, galloping through the countryside
I wish that I had one to ride
Horses, galloping in my mind
Their galloping in my mind
Their galloping in my mind
I wish that I had one to ride
Horses, galloping in my mind
Horses like to eat lots of hay and grass
It makes them big and strong
They have beautiful manes and poofy tails
With hair so nice and long
Horses can run faster than you or me
They′re like a speeding train
But oh, they can pack a powerful kick
Just with their hind legs
So be sure not to stand behind them
If you get the chance to be near one
Maybe just bring an apple
(That's their favourite snack, he-he)
Horses, galloping through the countryside
I wish that I had one to ride
Horses, galloping in my mind
(Yee-Haw!)
Horses wear shoes
But not quite like the ones that we wear on our feet
Horseshoes protect the horse′s hooves
When they walk on the street
A young boy horse is called a colt
And a young girl is called a filly (ha-ha-ha, that's silly)
A grown up girl is called a mare
And a grown up boy is a stallion
They can be different colours
Like brown, white, black, or golden
Ooh, I hove them so
Horses, galloping through the countryside
I wish that I had one to ride
Horses, galloping in my mind
(Giddy up now horsie, come on, giddy up!)
Horses, galloping through the countryside
I wish that I had one to ride
Horses, galloping in my mind
Their galloping in my mind
Their galloping in my mind
Writer(s): Stevin Walter John Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com