Riding through the glen.
Time morning around ten.
Riding my horse bareback.
Along a tree covered track.
All around me peace.
Twenty first century here does cease.
Trotting along at a slow pace.
This is no horse race.
Wild life does its thing.
Nature harmoniously does sing.
I am happiest when I\'m here.
Here i have no fear.
Mother nature looks after me.
I feel so soulfully free.
Wild dear at me look.
They wonder if them i want to cook.
They quickly disappear.
From man they sense fear.
Red squirrels hop and skip.
My horse i gently whip.
She quickens up and back home we head.
Where my sweet wife lies asleep in bed.
Beside her i do lie.
The rest is private so bye bye.