Texte d'origine - Anglais - Mama when she'd ride that horse Buried out in...

Mama when she'd ride that horse Buried out in Wilson fields Mama'd tell me all she thought Mama'd tell me all how riding feels

And I thought Not yet.

Then when mama got too old No one ever rode that horse Until one night I stole her key And I did ride it all night 'till dawn

When I thought Not yet.

It looks an ugly world out there Of girl-guides and disease and war I love my little velvet bed I never want to leave it anymore