My lovely horse, running
through the field,
Where are you going with
your fetlocks blowing in the
wind?
I want to shower you with
sugarlumps,
And ride you over fences,
Polish your hooves every
single day,
And bring you to the horse
dentist.

My lovely horse,
You're a pony no more,
Running around with a man
on your back,
Like a train in the night (yeah)
Like a train in the night.