Country baby, country lady,
you ride the horse wild like the storm,
flashes under the hooves, thunder in gallop,
black hair whirling in the wind.
Swift you reach the hills up there
where the wild land begins,
where the wolves in the night howl
and the night is full of mysteries.
Under the stars the wideness
of the land that lays before you.
Under the stars the wideness
of the land that lays before you.
Country baby, country lady,
you shoot as fast as the bandits
that gamble up and down the land
looking for easy money and a swift kiss
that gives them a moment of bliss
and shows what can be when you are free,
free to feel your own destiny
and the mightiness of an eternal life
that moves through ages and spaces,
touching a single life with mystery
in a moment when you are one
with the sky, the wind, rain and land.
Country baby, country lady,
that loves the earth as its home.
She loves the wind and its strength
when it blows away all nonsense
and makes your mind free,
so that you can understand the real.
Summer rain drops on your hair
and you stand there all naked,
to feel the warm wet paradise
that drops upon all your beauty,
to feel the warm wet paradise
that drops upon all your beauty.
Country baby, country lady,
like a sunshine you ride through the land.
Like the wind you fly on your horse
to the forest near the river’s shores.
You ride to the big old oak
that has seen so many summers,
there where you have played
with leaves and flowers
as you were a child.
There you have laid in the grass
and told the tree all your secrets,
to become one day a brave country lady,
a country baby that loves the wild land.
Lyrics & Music: Mirakali administered by Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany