It maybe you are not the sort
To spare a horse a lot of thought,
Yet, in your heart I think you see
One spirit breathes in you ? and me.


I speak no words; I shed no tears,
But I have memories and fears,
And love for those who love me too,
And dreams, and thoughts and hopes ? like you.

And when I pray I always ask,
A happy home, a worth while task,
Peace in my heart, some one to care,
Is that so different from your prayer?

This is the horse?s holiday,
So will you listen while I say
That I believe that God intends
That you and I shall live as friends.