Over the brow she came low on a nut brown mare She and the mare as one, just like the mane was her hair Loud were the the hoof beats, hard beating just as one Pounding past where I stood pounding the earth like a drum I swear she called my name, just when I caught her eye That's when she stole my heart as she went thundering by Down to the water's edge, down where the willows weep Pausing not one blink, over in one mighty leap Up through the wooded slopes on then to stand and stare Trying to catch a glimpse of the girl on the nut brown mare Between the dappled leaps, swifter than any dart Trying to mouth the words: "Hey, bring me back my heart" Along the road they came, five of King George's men Blood on their silver spurs tell us the way that she went Down at the willow creek above the waters flow Pointing away down stream, that was the way I saw her go Off like the hounds of hell splashing along the stream Pinching my very skin to know that it wasn't all a dream Upon the highest ridge something caught my eye The girl on the nut brown mare was waving to me against the sky Hey bring me back my heart, how did she know my name? Scrambling up the slope trying to reach her all in vain Hey bring me back my heart, how did she know my name? The girl on the nut brown mare, I'll never see her again