I know that my pony can fly
He carries me into the sky
Above all the clouds and the clamour of crowds
My cares, with the wind, whistle by

His mane fans my face in the breeze
He sails over the rainbow with ease
As stars twinkle by, we may hear an owl cry,
Somewhere far below in the trees

And soon, down the highway of Night
We glide to the end of our flight
Through moonbeams we pass, to the soft dewy grass
And all of my world shines with light