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The Horses March out of the Water
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Karen Leatham, Pacific Northwest, Bellingham WA, Anacortes WA.
(I sang this lullaby to my daughters and grandchildren)
The Horses March out of the Water
The horses march out of the water
Following the moonbeams path,
The horses march out of the water
Straight to Heather’s (my child) glass.
They look in at her window
And wait for her eyes to close,
So that they may bring to Heather
A joy in her repose.
So close your eyes for dreamland is waiting,
Horses are waiting for you,
So close your eyes my little Heather
For now I must wish you adieu.
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