She had legs like daggers and eyes like oceans
And her heart locked up in a hard combination.
I took her to the island, to see the wild ponies.
See, I had a friend who had a concrete boat, -
It don't take as much as you might think to float-
And he lived out on the island with the wild ponies.
We made a fire in the live oak trees,
And listened to the pirate breeze blowing.
And wondered how a man could be
So far from home, and still know where he's going.
She drifted down from a shipwrecked town
And landed here on the Pamlico sound.
She'd heard out on the islands, there were wild ponies.
I gave all I could give to her:
A chance to see what she had heard
And a night out on the island with the wild ponies.
But she didn't stay here, like she didn't stay there,
Always looking for somewhere a little greener.
Every time I see the ponies run-
Scared and hungry, wild and young- I see her.
I heard somebody say she died
Drinking one night on the ocean side,
Swimming to freedom, like a wild pony.
I wish her well. I wish her peace.
It's got to be lonely to be so free,
Always running, like a wild pony,
Living your life like a wild pony.
