The horse I ride is old
But he has served me well
Coat like old tobacco rich and warm
He's old but he is sound
My rein chains ring like bells
We fit well together as we glide, above the stone
And the boots I wear are old
But they have served me well
Leather like old tobacco, cracked and brown
The tops are scuffed and broken
And my spur chains ring like bells
My rowels gleam like the starlight and up here, we spurn the ground
And the trails I ride are new
Even though I've made the circle many times before
For they change with every season
And with every shift of light
From the summit where the clouds fall to the sweet, valley floor
And the saddle I ride is old
But it has served me well
Leather like old tobacco buffed and soothe
It fits me like a friend
With no secrets left to tell
Astride I make the circle and I ride, where I choose
And the trails I ride are new
Even though I've made the circle many times before
For they change with every season
And with every shift of light
From the summit where the clouds fall to the sweet, valley floor
And the life I live goes on
It fits me oh so well
Old and new together evergreen
I mount my horse at dawning
My heart rings like a bell
We ride through the canyons where the air, is fresh and clean
Oh ooo oooo
Oh ooo oooo
Oh ooo oooo
Oh ooo oooo