Yes it's true I led
my horses through
that winding mountain pass
with a little stream burbling
down its rocky crags

and it did indeed whisper your
name to me
and the crow crawed it
even louder

and that same great black
creature followed me down into
the plains,
all the long bitter way

until it landed in a sunlit prairie
and I'll be dammed if
that weren't the perfect
place to make
camp,

and if other wild horses didn't
come and join mine,
and in the spring I planted crops

and all the long while I have prospered