I strive to feel the beat br The beat beneath my seat br Upon the horse which I sit br whom wears neither saddle nor bit br moving on with a steady trot br a fist of mane: the only security I got br bouncing around with a steady rhythm br With no kind of harness I feel freedom br Upon the horse's back which I'm mounted br these happy moments are preciously counted br I can think of nothing that gives me greater joy br then the site of a horse, along with his boybr br Glaedr the poetbr br