Here she comes, her head is hanging
She still wears her hat
Though it seems as if she smiles
Her eyes are soaking wet
Nellie the horse is sad

She gets up at three o’clock
Always works till late
There’s no time for recreation
Grazing in the shade
Nellie the horse is sad

She is dreaming of green pastures
Endless fields and warmer nights
The friends she used to play with
Beneath a golden sun

Here she comes, her head is hanging
She still wears her hat
Though it seems as if she smiles
Her eyes are soaking wet
Nellie the horse is sad

She is dreaming of green pastures
Endless fields and warmer nights
The friends she used to play with
Beneath a golden sun

Then one day she had a fever
And was feeling bad
She walked into noisy traffic
It’s so very sad
Nellie the horse is dead