For miles from town by the Indian mounds
Leved an old Cherokee man
He was down in his health and he talked to himself
So I'd go by and give him a hand
He'd tell me stories I doubted were true
But I'd listen from the start to the end
His favorite one was the tail of the stallion
And he'd tell it time and again
The great white stallion
Raced down the mountain
They met at the old willow tree
They'd stare at each other
Like two old friends
Then the stallion would rare up and leave
I wouldn't believe him to that very day
Under the old willow tree
As laied him to rest I saw for myself
That stallion run right up to me
He rared up before me turned around and was gone
But this time he was not alone
He now has a rider my Indian friend
Together at last they've gone home
The great white stallion
Raced down the mountain
They met at the old willow tree
Now they're both gone
Up to the mountain
Together forever they're free