Charlie Boy

Charlie Boy

 

My father rode a white horse
My mother rode a grey
My sister rode a dapple
And my brother road a bay
And I,
I had a fine horse
Rivals there were none
I used to all him Charlie boy

I remember now the days when Charlie Boy was young
We’d race across the Prairie to meet the morning sun
His coat was black and shiny and velvet on my skin
And oh how I loved my Charlie Boy

One day when we were riding Charlie Boy he fell
I called out to my father, he said ”It don’t go well
I think his leg is broken, there’s nothing we can do”
And he said I’d have to shoot my Charlie Boy

Many years have passed since Charlie Boy and I were young
I still ride out sometimes to meet the morning sun
And when the wind is blowing soft against my skin
I think I see my Charlie boy
I think I hear my Charlie Boy
And yes I know, I know
It’s Charlie Boy