Like a brightly painted one

Freed from the turning of the wheel

Her mane a-dancing in the wind

Her eyes fiery as the sun

Hooves a-bounding across the fields

Her body is a river flowing down

She'll be coming 'round

She'll be coming 'round the bend

She'll be coming 'round

Going 'round a mountain is a lovely thing to do

Lizards fleeing hearts beating

As in an old cartoon

A mountain is lovely cold thing

To surround one

Looking to understand

Will she be coming 'round

Will she be coming 'round the bend

Will she be coming 'round

No more relying on

No more relying on

No more relying on

That old free will might be a myth

But I'm gonna try and get me some

That old free will might be a myth

But I'm gonna try and get me some

That old free will might be a myth

But I'm gonna try and get me some

That old free will might be a myth

But I'm gonna try and get me some