La Primera

It was a long hard voyage to the Americas
in 1493
I was afraid that I would die of thirst
The little mare beside me died
and was put into the sea, but I survied
I swam to shore, I am La Primera
When Cortes sailed from Mexico
from that island in the sun
there were 16 of us,
sorrels, blacks and bays.
One of them was my first born
he was called the 'Coyote Dun'
he served well the conquered of Mexico
I am a drinker of the wind
I am the one who never tires
I love my freedom more than all these things
The Conquistador, Comanche and the Cowboy
I carried them to glory
I am La Primera- Spanish mustang
hear my story
The Comanches were holy terrors
when they climbed upon our backs
when the grass was high
they would raid for a thousand miles
But the Texans had revolvers
when they returned from the war
the buffalo had gone away
the Comanche moon was waning
So it’s come along boys and listen to my tale
We are following the longhorn cow
going up Mister Goodnite’s trail you see
Those cowboys were kind to us
we listen to their sad songs
all the way to the far Saskatchewan
I am a drinker of the wind
I am the one who never tires
I love my freedom more than all these things
The Conquistador, Comanche and the Cowboy
I carried them to glory
I am La Primera- Spanish mustang
hear my story
High in the Pyor Mountains
first light of dawn
Coyote Dun walks beneth the morning Star
he became an outlaw and his blood was
watered some, but the flame still burns
into the new millennium
I am a drinker of the wind
I am the one who never tires
I love my freedom more than all these things
The Conquistador, Comanche and the Cowboy
I carried them to glory
I am La Primera- Spanish mustang
hear my story
La Primera- Spanish mustang
hear my story…
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