You tell me that it’s alright br To tell you everything, br All good and bad br Even though he might; br br He might run away for good, br He might stay and run over my dreams, br He might rear and kill with a single small move br But he also could; br br He could settle down and like me, br He could come running to me whenever I called him, br He could talk to me through his huge glimmering eyes, br He would be free; br br I would be able to climb up on his soft brown back br And we would run together through the big trees br We would be unseperatible, like conjoined twins br And I would reward him with a big fresh haystack; br br Even though he might do the complete opposite br I would brush out the mats in its silky black hair br And we would save each other from our terrible troubles br I will always, always be with him.