Out of the darkness
Into the light
Comes forth Isabelle
Galloping high
The moon shines bright
Among-st her darkest eyes
While her soul roams free
Upon the cloudy night
Isabelle!
Isabelle!
Where do you go?
Leaving me behind
Charles thinks with perplexed eyes
Charles is old
Only three years old
As Isabelle runs
Along in a circle
Galloping high
Isabelle runs
In a circle
Around the house
As the sun peaks through
The Tennessee sky
Waiting for Charles
To come out and ride
Young may Charles be
With a heart of gold
But when he sees Isabelle
He stands strong and bold
But a child of three
Is no match to be
To ride Isabelle
In the wintry morning cold
Isabelle comes
Every day at morn
Far from the mountains unknown
Where she lives
As free as a bird untold
Isabelle!
Isabelle!
Where do you go?
Leaving me behind
As the sun rises high
Every day into the sky
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