Just call me a horse-crazy girl
Always out looking for a thrill
They call me a horse-crazy girl
Always riding, never sitting still.
Can I ride the way you do, Mum?
Will I ever ride as well as Tom?
So fast over the grass in the wild?
Even though I’m just a child?
The rein in my hand is my anchor
The wind in my hair is a feeling like no other
The field is my kingdom and the saddle is my throne
With my horse and my friends I’ll never be alone.
I always watched my mother ride
Her best friend riding by her side
And longed to ride as she does
How abundantly joyful she becomes.
Time stands still when you are riding
New friendships begin with laughter abiding
Freedom and relaxation take over your soul
You and your horses on blissful patrol.
A riding school gives me the skills
But tis the riding that gives me the thrills
My instructor is the voice of caution
Watching over a girl on a horse in motion.
Walk to trot to canter to gallop we go
Mom and instructor enjoy the show
I’m now a skilled riding girl on a horse
Oh, it’s been great running this course.
Thank you Mum! Thank you coach!
You’ve taught me to ride beyond reproach!
Now the wild I must explore on my own
In the fields and wild – there’s no better home!