Uffington Hill

(Words and music by and © Talis Kimberley, 1992)

I rode a white horse over Uffington Hill
And the Moon lit the valley below
Wolves ran ahead of me, scenting the prey
I followed their tracks through the snow
The circle of seasons was turning again,
Winter would soon lose its hold
But moonlight appeals to me, snow has its charms,
And my kind do not feel the cold

I rode a white horse over Uffington Hill
And the Sun was still gilding the land
Slow light was bleeding across from the sea
And I met it with fire in my hand
The circle of seasons was turning again
For all that the Spring had come late
The quickening air held a promise, and more
But my kind are willing to wait

I rode a white horse over Uffington Hill
And the valley was festival-dressed
Afternoon meadows all rich with their fruit
Had garlanded me with their best
Queen Summer had stepped from her throne
As the circle of seasons went spinning once more
Everything changes, everything dies
But my kind go on as before

I rode a white horse over Uffington Hill
Unseen like a wraith in the mist
Frost cracking underfoot, everything shone
Like the eyes of the bird at my wrist …
I let fly the falcon to summon the cold
Wolves came to run by my side
And the circle of seasons does just as it ought
And my kind continue to ride


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