With the Zephyr winds
An old Drifter
In a transit of a moon
A solar eclipse,
They're rare, like the
Legends of the Foals
As the
Sun rises over the Rocky Mountains and its
Rays radiate on the haircoat and mane
In the air, there's a transit
Like a son returning home
All grown up like the Rocky Mountains
Still sportin' them silvered dapple genes
He was just like Barbie
Too much party Flash
The wild burrow, only for a while, till Auntie
Cha-Cha came to keep the peace
You see
Back in January, they lost Java
J.R.'s Mama to the bitter cold
Now when the
Sun goes down over the Rocky Mountains, folks of
Gardnerville and the town of Shingle Springs can
See a new light in his eyes, a
Reflection of her, smiling at him from
The backside of Heavenly Valley
Jake the Snake sired over three hundred babies
Prolific jet black, fancy-free, but he
Feared missing out on the
Double dose of a silvered dapple gene
Legends of the Fall,
Legends of the Foals
And as sure as
The sun rises over the Rocky Mountains,
Rays radiate on the haircoat and mane, its
Hard to compete with chocolate ice cream
But I'll take me a
Double dose of that silvered dapple gene, please
With the exception of coming home from a war to the
Girl of your dreams, dressed and studded in her diamonds and pearls and
Nothing else but her jet-black nightie
A moon in transit, so rare, these
Legends of the Foals
When the sun sets over the Rocky Mountains
The backside of Heavenly Valley is calling you home, you
Gather your family around you, find a
Nice quiet place out in the pasture,
And you
Send them home,
You send them home
Legends
Legends of the Foal