Cheyenne (ringtone)[available on iTunes]

A song about a girl and her horse, past, present and future. Lyrics: Verse 1 On a cold and misty morning we go riding out To a special kind of place that no one knows about. (And) with the spirit of the forest hanging over me, We’re together riding always simply wild and free. Chorus Cause she’s a trail rider, (and) she’s a high flyer, She’s the finest little filly in the land. Yeah, that’s Cheyenne. Verse 2 When the heavy hands of life are pressing down on me, And the barren trails of solitude are all I see, We go charging into special lands that now abide, In the joining of the real and unreal in the ride. Verse 3 Now the raging river of my youth is now a stream, And the crashing passion of the past is largely dream, But the racing of the friendly hooves keeps drawing me, To that special kind of place we have, eternally.