Hoofprints through the mountain snow, on the mountain top.
We'll make hoofprints, as we pass through the snow.
Long gone the days of old, the fun we had to share.
Out in the Equestrian wilderness, living without a care;
Grime all over my pony fur, on our way to Vanhoover.
We'll make hoofprints, as we pass through the snow.
Long gone the days of old, the fun we had to share.
Out in the Equestrian wilderness, living without a care;
Grime all over my pony fur, on our way to Vanhoover.
