Words William H.Ogilvie/ Music W. Gustafson (Two Medicine Music, BMI)       The hooves of the horses O' witching and sweet   Is the music earth steals from the iron-shod feet   No whisper of lover, no trilling of bird    Can stir me as hooves of the horses have stirred      They spurn disappointment and trample despair   And drown with their drum beats the challenge of care    With scarlet and silk for their banners above   They are swifter than fortune and sweeter than love      On the wings of the morning they gather and fly    In the hush of the night-time I hear them go by    The horses of memory thundering through   With flashing white fetlocks all wet with the dew      When you lay me to slumber no spot you can choose   But will ring to the rhythm of galloping shoes   And under the daisies no grave be so deep   For the hooves of the horses to sound in my sleep