Song of the Wind


Run,we gallop like the wind
feel our power it comes from within
gentle,excitable,muscle and loin
time to gallop,a brisk breeze is blowin'

On to greener pastures where we have not been for a time
fresh new shoots so green and so fine
a mountain spring so clear and flowing
some born gold and in the sun glowing
some born dark as the night
some are grey,some are white
born of bloodlines from the ancient past
herds of Rohan,born to last

on to the service of the king some go
an arrangement begun long ago
great is the race on round -up day
the riders always wish for the ones that got away
proud of those they take home
pure of blood and strong of bone
soon with hearts strong and true
they learn what war horses are born to do

run,we gallop like the wind
feel our power it comes from within
gentle,excitable,muscle and loin
time to gallop,a brisk breeze is blowin'

- Halona Treeclan