Velvet

Velvet was a very handsome mother-mare-to-be
Grazing by a country road and tied to a very young tree
We were walking to see her
Velvet gazed upon me Indian Summer — turning colors on me Couldn’t she have stayed until the first September day
To foal in the autumn shades
The family would have shared her pain
Snake bite deep in the night
Velvet lost her life twice
Indian Summer — turning colors on me Velvet, now you’re gone
Family carries on Children love you so They don’t even know
Malamute’s howl and seem to know
Velvet’s old friend Tony cried in the morning sun
She was reaching for someone
And she broke down to a new friend
Indian Summer — turning colors on me Indian Summer — turning colors on me