Catherine Miller - Grateful Greenhorn lyrics

Comfortably and quite at ease he sits astride the horse, words spoken into the blowing wind are swallowed by it's force; They glide along the desert scape a lovely sight to see, I marvel at the patient mien he's always shown toward me; Determined to control my fear I do my very best, but some days everything goes wrong, and I am such a pest; Now I am nervous as a cat on this obedient steed, yet never has he shown disgust, by any word or deed; I'm grateful to you, kindly sir for taking on such work, on days like this, if I were you, I'd swear I'd go berserk!