Every Mother's Son Pony With The Golden Mane
Once, was a boy And he rode through the meadows On a pony with a golden mane
Fun and joy Was the mare to the boy As they rode off together Through the lane
Sun or rain They were always together You could never find the boy alone
Love indeed Meant the boy to the steed And together, they could Stand on their own
Then one day They were riding together When the little boy Jumped from his mare
Dressed in lace Came a pretty little face With a pretty little bow in her hair
Walked her back To the banks of the river But returned to find the pony gone
Cried through the night And when dawn brought the light Then he knew of how it hurt