...this is a story song, about the Old West...

 

Four wild horses follow me

As I ride this trail of misery

Four wild horses follow me

And I'll ride to [bad word] to set you free

 

You were just a young girl

With your brother and your doll

Westward ho so many heard the call

covered wagon a blazing in the night

Was your last scene of freedom and her fight

 

I heard of you passing for a Cheyenne chiefs's son

From some trader made his money in rot gut

I went to the valley they called Bitter Creek

You'd left three weeks before tears on your cheeks

 

In the middle of snow storm in the middle of the night

You were there telling me that you were alright

Then like a monster invading our dream

I awoke ten years later hearing your screams

 

At last I found you in the spring of '83

Cheyenne princess you still looked to me

I walked up to you and looked into your eyes

My little girl finally by her daddy's side

 

Four wild horses follow me

As I ride this trail to misery

Four wild horses follow me

And I'll ride to [bad word] to set you free

 

Four wild horses in retreat

As we both ride home to victory

Four wild horses finally sleep

Love will survive if you believe

 

David Munyon: vocal guitar

Chris Jones: guitar

Mike Silver: backing vocals

Beo Brockhausen: didgeridoo

Hans-Jörg Maucksch: bass