Young Hearts, Wild Horses or the Wind
Ferry crossing a lonesome harbor
Hear the foghorn in the midnight air
Carrying a young lad towards the far shore
And his sweetheart, who’s a-waiting there
In the dock lights, brief embraces
Then they’re running down shanty streets
From a doorway, the sound of voices
A father curses while a mother weeps
Mama says, “Papa don’t stop them
We will never rein them in
You can’t stand in the way of young hearts
Wild horses or the wind”
As they hasten through the shadows
For the first time feeling scared and free
An angry father finally lets go
The fruit has fallen from the tree
Mama says, “Papa don’t stop them
We will never rein them in
You can’t stand in the way of young hearts
Wild horses or the wind”
You can’t stand in the way of young hearts
Wild horses or the wind
Written by Craig Bickhardt
©2014 New Hayes Music-BMG-Universal Music Group and Craig Bickhardt ASCAP
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