Velvet was a very handsome mother-mare-to-be Grazing by a country road and tied to a very young tree We were walking to see her Velvet gazed upon me
Indian Summer - turning colors on me
Couldnt she have stayed until the first September day To foal in the autumn shades The family would have shared her pain Snake bite deep in the night Velvet lost her life twice
Indian Summer - turning colors on me
Velvet, now youre gone Family carries on Children love you so They dont even know
Malamutes howl and seem to know Velvets old friend Tony cried in the morning sun She was reaching for someone And she broke down to a new friend
Indian Summer - turning colors on me Indian Summer - turning colors on me