Race freely at the Rainbow Bridge, beautiful girl. It is sad that horses are bred so that they are so fragile that these things happen.

Race through the fields of golden and green
Feel the wind rush through your silk mane
Run free and with joy, forget all your pain
And someday with your humans you'll be united again

Sweet filly, Eight Bells, so swiftly you ran
Rouse out the next watch, like the bells of your name
And when next thunder graces our springtime skies
We'll think of you, and all the great champions
Whom across the Rainbow Bridge fields now fly

What a race, no start gate, just horses set free
You, Barbaro, Man of War - all racing beautifully
And all of the nation mourns you, and weeps
But we'll see you all again someday
At the great Rainbow Bridge Derby