The Old Nag (1993)

When you are shaking my beautiful mane,...
When, pawing the ground,
With impatience in vain,..
You are champing at my bit,....
When wildly, and loudly,..
You are neighing...
Like fire...
Deep down in my bosom...
A burning desire,
Is suddenly lit.

Lnowest you not, that I long for the strand....
Infinite stretches, of hot golden sand...
Without limit or bound;
Come on my lithe sturdy, back, let me leap,...
Galloping fast as the wind,
Let us sweep,...
Devouring the ground,
Far, far, away, flee,
Break through the tangle, of thorns in the vale,...
On at a full gallop through woodland and dale...
A king you are, and free.