I got a rocking horse named Joe
When I was very small,
I don't know just how old I was,
But I wasn't very tall.

We traveled many places,
Old Pinto Joe and me,
I'd close my eyes and rock and wish,
And that's where we would be.

I loved old Pinto Joe, you know,
He was my dearest friend,
We shared all the adventures
That waited 'round the bend.

His spots are dim and faded now,
His ears are quite askew,
But his eyes have that same spirit
That they did when he was new.

I know I'm much too big now,
But no matter how I try,
I simply cannot give Joe up,
I cannot say "Goodbye."

I'm going to keep my rocking horse,
And someday when I'm grown,
I'll give him to my children
So they'll never be alone.

And I will tell my children
That no matter where they roam,
At the end of their adventure,
Joe will always bring them home