Deep in the mountains
On a dark misty night
Where the moon shone
The stars filled with light
A hoot from an owl
A flap of the wings
The coyote that prowls
The cricket that sings
The wolf that howls
To the moon in the sky
The cougar that yowls
A high-pitched cry
But out in the distance
A shape draws near
A jet black stallion
A creature to fear
As if on wings
He moves with grace
His head held high
He belongs in this place
With a toss of the mane
And a flick of the tail
They flow out behind him
Like the wind in a sail
He dares the strong
To protect what he earned
Fight to survive
A lesson he learned
He rears up boldly
Showing of scars
From the past battles
Under the sun and stars
From the time of the Indians
To the cowboys of the west
Wild mustangs have roamed
From the fields to the mountain crest
Mustangs are a symbol
Of the way life used to be
The freedom to run wild
The spirit to be free