My Beautiful Steed, 'Tis Painful Indeed To Think We Are Parted Forever; That On No Sunny Day, With Light Spirits And Gay, Over Hills Far Away, We Shall Joyously Travel Together. Thy Soft Glossy Mane I Shall Ne'er See Again, Nor Thy Proudly Arched Neck 'Gain Behold; Nor Admire That In Thee, Which So Seldom We See, A Kind, Gentle Spirit, Yet Bold. Thou Wert Pleasant Indeed My Darling Grey Steed, "In My Mind'S Eye" Thou'Rt Beautiful Still; For When Thou Wert Old Thy Heart Grew Not Cold, Its Warm Current Time Never Could Chill. Not A Stone Marks The Spot Where They Laid Thee, Lightfoot, And No Fence To Enclose Thee Around; But What If There'S Not, Deep Engraved On My Heart Thy Loved Image May Ever Be Found.