“Mountains Under Her Saddle”

She wakes before the sunrise paints the canyon gold,
Boots on the wooden porch, weathered and bold,
Coffee in a tin cup, steam in the air,
A restless kind of freedom tangled in her hair.
Her horse is waiting by the old split rail,
Dust on his coat like a half-told tale,
He stamps the ground like he knows the way,
Like he’s been ready since yesterday.
She climbs to the saddle, leather worn and true,
Like every mile out there was made for two,
No fences hold her, no town can keep,
The kind of dreams that don’t let you sleep.
Chorus
Oh, she’s a cowgirl riding high,
Through the mountains where the hawks still fly,
Heart like thunder, soul like stone,
In the wild she’s finally home.
Every trail that she’s ever known,
Leads her back to what she’s grown,
Under wide blue endless sky,
That’s where she learns to live and ride.
Pine trees whisper as she moves through green,
Where the world feels older than it’s ever been,
Rivers carve silver through canyon stone,
Singing a song that she’s always known.
Wind cuts sharp through the morning chill,
She leans with the horse as they climb the hill,
Every hoofbeat echoes in the open land,
Like the earth itself understands.
Her daddy said, “Girl, don’t lose your way,”
But she was born for the wild, not to stay,
She learned her strength in a horse’s stride,
In open spaces she comes alive.
Chorus
Oh, she’s a cowgirl riding high,
Through the mountains where the hawks still fly,
Heart like thunder, soul like stone,
In the wild she’s finally home.
Every trail that she’s ever known,
Leads her back to what she’s grown,
Under wide blue endless sky,
That’s where she learns to live and ride.
Midday sun on a rocky ridge,
She pauses her horse by a weathered bridge,
Looks out far where the world runs thin,
And lets the silence pull her in.
Storm clouds gather on the western line,
But she’s never feared what the sky designs,
Lightning flashes, the heavens shake,
But she rides through it wide awake.
The rain comes down on her hat pulled low,
Still she’s steady wherever she goes,
Through thunder rolling across the plains,
She calls the storm like it knows her name.
Final Chorus
Oh, she’s a cowgirl riding free,
Where the mountains meet eternity,
Heart like thunder, soul like stone,
In the wild she’s finally home.
Every mile, every scar she’s known,
Led her straight back to her own,
With the wind and stars above,
She rides on freedom, she rides on love.

Female Vocals, Country