Standing high in the heavens
On a ridge overlooking the valley
Heard the thunder of many hooves
The leader was a mustang
By the name of Black Sally.
She was a beauty
The queen of all mustangs
Her blackness glistened in the sun
Wild and free for eternity
The vision of her cannot be outdone.
High on the ridge the wind hit my face
A sand storm filled the air
Opened my eyes to find she was gone
The queen of all mustangs
That none could compare.