Frédérique Spigt

Horses

Horses (3:17) The sky turns gold at the end of the day It is gonna blaze and blast It rumbles up north, they’re headin’ my way My heart is pounding fast Here they come As lightning strikes in the thunderstorm Horses, horses Galloping, wild horses Horses, horses Galloping, wild, wild horses They’re running fast, just breezin’ through With a deep and roaring sound I’m blinded by the dust Raised by a thousand hooves on the ground Here they come Galloping horses in the tangerine sun Horses, horses Galloping, wild horses Horses, horses Galloping, wild, wild horses Gonna ride them heroines Like a rolling stone Wild horses Ride them home Horses, horses Galloping, wild horses Horses, horses Galloping, wild, wild horses Horses, horses Muziek / Tekst: Frédérique Spigt (P) 2011 (C) 2011 Canarino