From the recording Touched By The Sun

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Words and music by Roger Drawdy


It was on a summer morning I saw her
She rode through the field on a big grey mare
She came like a dream, she came without warning
I stepped with both feet right into her stare

I followed along trailing behind her
I asked her if she would just tell me her name
She dug in her heals and the big grey mare bolted
Over the hills with me fast in the chase

I’ve got to find her no matter where she goes
I’ve got to follow
I’ll follow here wherever she leads
Follow her wherever she goes
I will follow

She lives in my dreams, ever been haunted
She reads like a book that you can’t put away
And every line a memory is calling
I drink from the well of her every page