Day after day alone on a hill
The foal with a chestnut coat
Is standing perfectly still
But every horse will know him
They can see that see that he's just a foal
And he always gives a whinny

But the foal on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes on his face
See the grass on the ground

Well on her way gazing at clouds
The mare with a dark brown coat
Is neighing perfectly loud
But no other horses hear her
Or the way she calls her colt
And she never seems to notice

But the foal on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes on his face
See the grass on the ground

And all the horses know him
They can see him on that hill
And he stands 'neath the pear tree

But the foal on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes on his face
See the grass on the ground

The foal on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes on his face
See the grass on the ground