There it is, that tune again,
That tune that takes me back,
Back to my childhood,
To the black and white television,
Where the masked hero
Galloped on his white horse,
His friend at his side
Riding his spotted palomino.
They rode through the west
Bringing good from the bad.
That tune is so evocative
That I know my childhood,
Will always be there,
As I hear that music.