Where lakes are like crystal and pastures are green
A herd of wild horses can sometimes be seen
With hooves striking thunder and eyes burning bright
Led by a stallion as black as the night

The cowboys desire him; he’d be such a prize
Because of his courage, endurance and size
And the speed he displays when the cowboys are near
Sometimes it seems Midnight can just disappear

One moment he’s there just a lasso away
Then gone, quick as sunlight at end of the day
The cowboys are baffled but still they must chase
The diminishing sound of hooves winning the race

Midnight is soon legend his fame fairly spreads
Visions of ghost horses in cowboy’s heads
They swear they will catch him or die in the try
They don’t ask for answers or question why

Midnight is elusive and not meant for men
Nature’s his soul mate not fences and pen
Her soft kisses spur him when speed is a must
Leaving those cowboys with nothing but dust

For Midnight is wild like the wind on the plain
Like high flying eagles or storm driven rain
Though men try to catch him and perhaps always will
I’m sure somewhere Midnight is free and wild still