Текст песни: Uffington Hill + перевод

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:

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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