Joanne Glasscock

On that hill a centaur stands
half stallion half man
and his hoofs are the hoofs
of a stallion
and his strength
it's the strength of a stallion
and his pride
the pride of a stallion
But his tears are the tears of a man

Over the hill the centaur goes
round the mountain and back again
a little too far
from the world of dreams
and just beyond the world of a man
Once the centaur loved a mare
who rode beside him everywhere
racing chasing cross the fields
centaur and the wild mare
But with the racing
and chasing done
they stood silent and silent there
But the centaur he had words to say
But the mare had only the soul
of a mare
Over the hill he rode on
round the mountain and back again
a little too far
from the world of dreams
and just beyond the world of a man

Once the centaur loved a girl
who saw his golden aspiration
walking whispering through the woods
the centaur and the lovely girl
But with the walking
and whispering done
they stood silent
and then they cried
For the centaur
felt the stirring breeze
He needed someone
who could ride by his side
Over the hill
climbing the mountain and back again