Please Click The Image Above – And Follow Along Below:
Fire in my heartbeat, dust upon my boots,
Thunder in the valleys, freedom in the roots.
Left the world behind me with the turning of the key,
The open road keeps whispering,
“You’ll always ride with me.”
Granite kings are watching from a thousand years of stone,
Out here on the moorland I am never quite alone.
Every mile reminds me what I came here searching for—
A leather-hearted wild child
Riding Dartmoor.
No chains…
No walls…
Just endless skies above.
No rules…
No crown…
Just the places that I love.
Hey!
Raise your hands into the sky!
We were born to live, not born to die!
Wind in our faces, fire in our souls,
Running with the thunder where the wild wind blows!
Whoa-oh…
Nothing’s gonna own me anymore!
Whoa-oh…
Hear me roaring with the moor!
Ride forever…
Free forever…
Hear these old hills call my name—
A leather-hearted wild child,
And I’ll never be the same!
Church bells keep on ringing but they cannot call me home,
My cathedral is the skyline where the hawk and raven roam.
Butterflies and heather dance beneath the summer sun,
And every road that’s unexplored
Is another race I’ve won.
Cashmere in the moonlight, biker boots of steel,
Camping where the silence teaches everything that’s real.
If the deer come wandering, I’ll simply nod and smile—
Every night’s an open road,
Every dawn another mile.
No fear…
No shame…
Just stars to light the way.
One life…
One ride…
I’m living it today.
Hey!
Raise your hands into the sky!
We were born to live, not born to die!
Wind in our faces, fire in our souls,
Running with the thunder where the wild wind blows!
Whoa-oh…
Nothing’s gonna own me anymore!
Whoa-oh…
Hear me roaring with the moor!
Ride forever…
Free forever…
Hear these old hills call my name—
A leather-hearted wild child,
And I’ll never be the same!
I’ve slept beneath the silver moon…
I’ve watched the morning rise…
I’ve traded all the city lights…
For freedom in my eyes.
If tomorrow comes to find me…
Let it find me standing tall.
I’d rather lose it everything…
Than never ride at all!
HEY!
Raise your voices to the sky!
We were born to live, not born to die!
Wind in our faces, fire in our souls,
Running with the thunder where the wild wind blows!
Whoa-oh…
Nothing’s gonna own us anymore!
Whoa-oh…
Hear us roaring with the moor!
Ride together…
Stand forever…
Every heart becomes the flame!
We’re leather-hearted…
Wild and free…
No one writes our destiny!
Hey!
Hear these old hills call our name!
A leather-hearted wild child…
Riding… DARTMOOR!
Leather-hearted… Wild child…
Leather-hearted… Wild child…
Ride…
Ride…
Ride…
Copyright © Peter Moring 2026
The Inspiration For This Song/Music Video Is Featured Below.
Check It Out! …. A Bonkers Biker With A Biker’s SOUL!
.
Please Comment Below .. And Check Out The Other Posts & Pages On This Blog – Thank You … Pete …
.
.