Equestrienne - Natalie Merchant

See, they are clearing the sawdust course

For the girl in pink on the milk-white horse

Her spangles twinkle;

his pale flanks shine

Every hair of his tail is fine

And bright as a comet’s;

his mane blows free

And she points a toe and bends a knee

And while his hoofbeats fall like rain

Over and over and over again

And nothing that moves on land or sea

Will seem so beautiful to me

As the girl in pink on the milk-white horse

Cantering over the sawdust course