Birds I sit in my pasture, horse tied to two hickory trees , Listening to your song in the Breeze. I listen to your song spring and summer, Then you travel to southern cover. I do not shed a tear, And I do not fear. For one day, I will hear again the song you play, Maybe next time we can add a soprano horse bray.
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