Biking --- 6/8/2014 --- Shindagin Hollow

      Legs of Fire

Biking is a burning thing
The wheels make a fiery ring.
Bound by wild ambition
I felt my legs of fire.

I felt my burning legs of fire,
I went up, up, up as the hills went higher
And they burn, burn, burn,
Them legs of fire, them legs of fire.

The smell of pine is sweet
When trails like ours meet.
I fell for the bike as a child,
Oh, but the legs went wild.

I felt my burning legs of fire,
I went up, up, up as the hills went higher
And they burn, burn, burn,
Them legs of fire, them legs of fire.

I felt my burning legs of fire,
I went up, up, up as the hills went higher
And they burn, burn, burn,
Them legs of fire, them legs of fire.

And they burn, burn, burn,
Them legs of fire, them legs of fire
Them legs of fire, them legs of fire

      -- Erin

Biking (Category:  Biking)

Biking    Ithaca -- 6/8/2014