Rare And Free
I put the bit between your teeth
I placed a saddle on your back
I pushed you over hill and heath
And raced you ragged round the track
I thought that I was taming you
But really you were making me
I thought that I was breaking-through
When clearly you were rare and free
I nourished you on sacks of oats
And never heard you once complain
I brushed along your flaxen-coat
And, worried that you must be lame
I thought that I was taming you
But really you were making me
I thought that I was breaking-through
When clearly you were rare and free
Your breath showed in the morning-cold
You cantered when you felt my hand
You whinnied then you came on bold
And galloped on the shifting-sand.
Lyrics by David Paton