On a hilltop in a fairy book
In a dream or with a closer look
The promised land of soft and green

For horses to run
For horses to run
When horses would run

By the seaside on a summer day
With a whisper like a drop of rain
That’s the color
That’s the shape
It’s a take on the promised land of sand and sea

For horse play and fun
For horses to run
When horses would run

When horses would run
When horses would run
When horses would run
When horses would run