Along the brook grazed a magnificent chestnut mare
Along the road side wept a weary mother
As a young colt stumbled, suckled and grasped at life
The old woman wept as the young horse whimpered
She wept and wept tears of sorrow and joy
Her tears fell remembering her own child
Now twenty years dead
His small frame motionless in his bed
The fever now broken
Falling ever still into oblivion

Along the roadside preyed a haggard old woman
Preying for mercy
Preying for the Chestnut mare and her colt