The Hossack
I see the tumbling hills ahead of me
I smell the new green grass under me
I hear the river rolling down rocky banks
I feel the fresh air run through my body
I taste the dust from below
I think I am I belong
Tumbling hills ahead of me
New green grass under me
River rolling down rocky banks
Fresh air run through my body
Dust from below
I am I belong
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