We go riding just as often as we can
In the valley by the Marguerita Strand
On a jet-black thoroughbred
With Orion overhead
And the tip of his arrow bent for the Bear

O Maria, you're the darkness in my mare
Hallelujah, see the men and children stare
See the sky with it's sunken cheeks
Cast an eye to the snowy peaks
How its heart is a famished road
O Valentine

You'll be mine
Come summertime

O to hell with poetry
And to Death's aristocracy
Because the things you do to me
You do just fine

You'll be mine
Come summertime

Mine

We go riding just as often as we can

- Justin Rutledge -