written by Paul Franklin, John Murray and Kathleen (Otter) Yearwood
I ride across the desert in the middle of the night
I cannot stop to linger or to wait the rising light
I rode the fabled Galloop and it gallops and it wails
I can never tell I'm dancing when there's no wind in my sails
And I think I must have risen in the middle of a dream......Galloop.
The arrival of the friendly transport beast coincides with a…