The moon was bright. on this mystical night. our studs were saddled. and their cinches were tight. . Yea on every night of the full moon. we rode through the land of our homes.
I want, I need. I need to feel a fertile woman. . There are many kinds of love. that make their homes on this earth. but we're gonna take a look at the love.
Oh we'll fly in on the spring breeze,. shoutin dreams from the smile on our face.. On flyin horses came the Oak trees. showin unity to the human race..