HEARTS OF IRON
Words and music by Willis Lamm (c) 2002, all rights reserved
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Hearts of iron, surviving desert heat and snow.
Hooves of steel, thundering across the ground below
a lonely moon, shining down its silver light.
Are the wild ponies running 'cross the Comstock tonight?
Long time ago, when this land was wild and free
explorers came, just to see what they could see.
Conquistadors they rode the west and claimed these lands for Spain
and a few legends from those times remain.
With hearts of iron, surviving desert heat and snow.
Hooves of steel, thundering across the ground below
a lonely moon, shining down its silver light.
Are the wild ponies running 'cross the Comstock tonight?
Out in Nevada, in eighteen forty-nine we're told
outside of Dayton, a weary traveler found some gold.
Prospectors came and scoured the earth for silver, gold and more
and they needed hearty beasts to haul their ore.
With hearts of iron, surviving desert heat and snow.
Hooves of steel, thundering across the ground below
a lonely moon, shining down its silver light.
Are the wild ponies running 'cross the Comstock tonight?
The Carson Valley, is full of people, homes and cars
a Super WalMart, big casino clubs and bars.
With people spreading everywhere the horses have to go.
How will future generations know?
About hearts of iron, surviving desert heat and snow.
Hooves of steel, thundering across the ground below
a lonely moon, shining down its silver light.
Are the wild ponies running 'cross the Comstock tonight?
On Devil's Flat, December nineteen nighty eight
when two Marines, and their buddy made a date.
They snuck in close, their rifles fired and thirty four would fall.
Thank God, they didn't kill them all.
Their hearts of iron, surviving desert heat and snow.
Hooves of steel, thundering across the ground below
a lonely moon, shining down its silver light.
Are the wild ponies running 'cross the Comstock tonight?
So through the shadows, on his spirit I will ride
the lonely stallion, his mares and foals close by his side.
We'll leave the valley for a range where horses still run free
even if it's only in my memory.
Of hearts of iron, surviving desert heat and snow.
Hooves of steel, thundering across the ground below
a lonely moon, shining down its silver light.
Are the wild ponies running 'cross the Comstock tonight?
Oh lonely moon, always shine your silver light
on those wild ponies running 'cross the Comstock tonight.
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