Verse 1)

The arena is silent, the crowd is a blur,

Just the sound of the dirt and the heartbeat of her.

She checks her girth and she adjusts her seat,

While the thunder starts building in his four heavy feet.

A deep breath of morning, a squeeze of the heel,

They’re moving in tandem, like clockwork and steel.

A nod to the judges, the bell gives its ring,

Now it’s time for the girl and her jumper to wing.

(Chorus)

Oh, count out the strides, one, two, three, and four,

Then lift for the heavens and ask him for more.

Over the oxers and the vertical gates,

Defying the gravity that everyone hates.

A flash of white leather and a mane in the sky,

She’s never more living than when they’re both high.

Clear in the round, leaving shadows below,

That’s how a girl and her jumper will go.

(Verse 2)

A tight rollback turn, they’re cutting it close,

That’s the technical rhythm she loves the most.

The triple bar’s waiting, a mountain of wood,

She asks for the takeoff, he does what he should.

With a bascule so perfect, a curve in the air,

They clear every rail without shedding a hair.

Not a fault on the board, not a second too late,

Just a girl and a spirit that’s truly innate.

(Bridge)

It’s the sweat on the neck and the dirt on the boot,

The years of the schooling and finding the root.

From the first little cross-rail to the Grand Prix height,

They’ve been building this courage for this very night.

(Chorus)

Oh, count out the strides, one, two, three, and four,

Then lift for the heavens and ask him for more.

Over the oxers and the vertical gates,

Defying the gravity that everyone hates.

A flash of white leather and a mane in the sky,

She’s never more living than when they’re both high.

Clear in the round, leaving shadows below,

That’s how a girl and her jumper will go.

(Outro)

(Rhythm slows to a walk)

A pat on the shoulder...

A long rein for home...

The highest of flyers...

Never truly alone.