and it's early morning yet
And your eyes begin to open,
you're still lying in your bed
You thought you had a clatter,
well it could have been a dream
Calamity Jane was galloping past,
but she isn't what she seems
You wrote her all day yesterday,
and you both were feeling slow
She got you home quite safely,
she knew exactly where to go
She took the bridle off her
and told her she was good
And after you had gone to sleep,
she galloped down the road
that no one else can know
For she's the queen of horses
and every night she flies
To sit beside the stallion king
in a throne up in the sky
and talk together all night
They can tell all the other horses
what is wrong and what is right
And all the horses in the world
Lavender Jane comes galloping home
And the sun shines past your window,
and it's early morning yet
And your eyes begin to open,
you're still lying in your bed
While you thought you heard a clatter,
that could have been a dream
Calamity Jane was galloping past,
but she isn't what she seems.
Calamity Jane was galloping past,
but she isn't what she seems.
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