Wild Horses (M. Jogger alias E. Nord) In 1981, on Monday, Wednesday and Friday in
the last week of August, members of the runners’ club Brosteinskameratene End of the summer, late
August days, there is a rumour 'bout a strange race. Great celebration of stars lost and gone This year's memorial is finally on. Wild horses, couldn't drag me away. Wild, wild horses, I'll be one some day. like I was Zato- pek, old Emil. Later - 400. Evans, Lee, never displayed greater beauty than me. Wild horses, couldn't drag me away. Wild, wild horses, I'll be one some day. Wednesday, the worst starts, 15 and 8, challenge our poor hearts and years of gained weight. Good old Herb Elliott and Peter Snell would surely have thought this crazy like hell. Wild horses, couldn't drag me away. Wild, wild horses, I'll be one some day. Wilma Rudolph, where have you gone? Now that I need you: show me to run! will I reach goal line? Pray for me, pray! One by subtle sensations of being Bob Hayes. Wild horses, couldn't drag me away. Wild, wild horses, I sure was one today. |