A woman is not lost if she can find
true happiness when she is alone,
        For that is when she will search her mind
  for the true love that she has known

For in the heart of such a woman 
her horses are her love,
to her this creature is not common
 amongst all creatures it stands above

Every morning her days begin very early indeed
 caring for the horse at the track or the farm,
She understands happeness is success when
preparation meets opportunity
And hard work never did anyone no harm

To her, life didn't promise dreams would come true
and all that mattered was that the horse was her friend,
Her ability to win races was all she had to prove
and the winner's circle was where she would be in the end

One day the call to the post will play
and God's angels will come and take her away
But with her friend, the horse, she'll be running races on high
Because her love for them will never die