And He Was All I Had
He was nothing special really. Chubby.
He was smarter than he had any right to be.
It was alright. I learned to handle it.
He was nothing special, really. Chubby,
but then mustangs are easy keepers.
It was alright. I learned to handle it.
He got less grain than all the others -
But then, mustangs are easy keepers.
I loved that horse and he loved me too.
He got less grain than all the others...
he never held that fact against me.
I loved that horse. He loved me too.
You can tell, by the way they turn their heads.
He never held the fact against me
that I stood on two legs and he on four.
You can tell, by the way. They turn their heads
when they're listening. And they always listen.
I stood on two legs and he on four
but he and I always understood each other.
When they're listening - and they always listen -
it's like the world just falls away.
And he and I always understood each other,
my hand against his neck, his ears pricked.
It was like the world just fell away
the day he left. I swear to you my heart broke.
My hand against his neck, his ears pricked.
I know he knew I loved him.
The day he left I swear to you my heart broke.
His name is Rory. I was eleven when we met.
I know he knew I loved him
from the instant I climbed aboard his back.
His name is Rory. I was eleven when we met.
He was red-chestnut, with four white feet.
And from the instant I climbed aboard his back
I knew he was stubborn too. He was my best friend.
A red-chestnut, with four white feet.
And smarter than he had any right to be.
And stubborn too. And he was my best friend.
When I was young, I had a pony.
