GO AND SADDLE YOUR LITTLE BLUE HORSE WERE RIDING FOR BETTER OR WORSE ‘CROSS THE BLUE MIDNIGHT SKY WHERE THE STARS NEVER DIE ON THE WINGS OF YOUR LITTLE BLUE HORSE HE'S GOT NAVAJO BRAND ON HIS HIP HE'S GOT “MADE IN JAPAN” BENEATH HIS LIP HE'S GOT BURS IN HIS MANE, HE WON'T EVER BE TAMED BABY SADDLE YOUR LITTLE BLUE HORSE DOWN ALL OF MY DAYS I NEVER FIGURED HIS WAYS HE RIDES ON THAT SAND MAN MOON BEAM HE'S A NURSERY RHYME HORSE FORM BANBURRY CROSS WHERE MORNING IS NEVER AS FAR AS IT SEEMS AND LULLABIES ARE THE MYSTERY OF DREAMS HE'S GOT ROCKING CHAIR LEGS MADE OF WOOD, HE'D BE A REAL HORSE IF ONLY HE COULD THROUGH ALL KINDS OF WEATHER, ON A BED OF GOOSE FEATHERS WE'LL RIDE ON YOUR LITTLE BLUE HORSE SO BABY LAY DOWN ON YOUR BED, CHASE THE TROUBLES AND TRIALS FROM YOUR HEAD CLOSE YOUR SWEET LITTLE EYES, WE'LL MOUNT UP AND RIDE THROUGH THE HILLS ON YOUR LITTLE BLUE HORSE OVER BLANKETS ON A LITTLE BLUE HORSE