| With his feet in the stirrups, he flew like the wind, | | | | Still with his feet in the stirrups, his heart on his |
| With nothing to stop him, save the frame of mind | | | | sleeve, |
| he was in.. | | | | This cowboy knows love, as few can conceive! |
| For there in the sunlight, as an angel of white, | | | | He holds on to the reins, as she takes to the |
| She sat tall and straight, asking ever so polite, | | | | chair, |
| For a hand from the cowboy to assist in her | | | | Love whispering sofly, as they fly through the air. |
| need, | | | | A cowboy, a cowgirl, a well trusted steed, |
| Now he had to consider, for just now he held | | | | Find love ever after, from one simple deed. |
| lead, | | | | For the cowboy who lost the race on that day, |
| She smiled 'er so sweetly, how could he say no? | | | | Found more than expected when time came for |
| Though as he looks back, on that day long ago, | | | | pay! |
| He knows 'twas his downfall, she won him that | | | | The girl of his dreams had addressed him in need, |
| day, | | | | He'd answered the call, losing the race for his |
| Now forever after, you can hear them at play, | | | | deeds. |
| Where she swears by the heavens, her plight | | | | Now life is most always, just as it should be, |
| was for real, | | | | For the cowboy, the cowgirl, and baby made |
| That it was not her intent, to win the race by a | | | | three! |
| steal! | | | | The years that ensued as she rode by his side, |
| The years have flown quickly, as they've | | | | Reflect for the world, this cowboy's pride! |
| continued to race, | | | | Love came upon horseback one day long ago, |
| Though one can see clearly, they've slowed down | | | | Yet still rides with the wind, wherever she'll blow! |
| their pace. | | | | |