Pretty Horses

[Verse 1]
The wagon train will have rolled along
Wheels are creaking and singing a song
About a land of freedom'a lying ahead
And all of a sudden a little boy said
"Look at all those, pretty horses!"

[Verse 2]
In sharp silhouette against the sun
The wagon master saw them run
Their ponies from the shadow-dale
To the high ground flank in the Oregon trail
All those pretty horses

[Verse 3]
As the young lad's voice cut through the air
His father shouted, "Careful there!"
"Son get down in the wagon bed!"
"And don't you dare to raise your head."
"To look at all those, prеtty horses."

[Verse 4]
The wagons made a circlе 'round
And then they heard that fearful sound
Someone cried "They're the fru-ley-su! They're circling 'round by the little blue on all those- Pretty horses."
With lances high and carbines flashing
The Indians sent their ponies crashing
Against the guns of the wagon band
And the blood spilled over the prairie land
And over all those pretty horses

[Verse 5]
The next day as the sun climbed high
A buzzard soared in the blazing sky
And far below the boy did stare
In silent horror, he did stare
At all those, pretty horses

[Verse 6]
When the soldiers came and found him there
His head still bowed in dark despair, his lips were cold, his face was grey
And in the silence they heard him say
"They were such, pretty horses."