His mane is as a golden pond
flowing in the wind as a wave on the sea
So majestic and pure of gate
Clean as the southern Sun is free
The power of his form Bold and brave
Eyes of the purist brown
His nature is calming to the soul
As he gallops through with a determined frown
She has trained all her life
For this ride tonight
The last chance for a perfect ride
The crowd begins to cheer
She has no fear
Majestic her steed
Will guide them through
The Prize is so near
Confidence is his call to fame
And glory is his call of pride
She is perch upon this gallant steed
Engulfed by the exquisite ride
No care in the world
Have these two
As they pass
In a blended hue
Horse and rider Seem as one
As they ride into the approaching night
Shadows cast a uniformed vision
Of angel and stallion prepared for flight
She has trained all her life
For this ride tonight
The last chance for a perfect ride
The crowd begins to cheer
She has no fear
Majestic her steed
Will guide them through
The prize is so near
Driven by love and mutual respect
For the girl and her mighty beast
Honed by sweat and hours of labor,
These two are in a game where neither is least
The run is finished
The competition is done
The numbers bear witness
Her team has won
She has trained all her life
For this ride tonight
The last chance for a perfect ride
The crowd begins to cheer
She has no fear
Majestic her steed
Will guide them through
The Prize is so near