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
The moonlight appeals to me, snow has its charms
My kind do not feel the cold
I rode a white horse over Uffington Hill
And the sun was still gilding the land
Snowlight 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
Regaled me with their best
Queen Summer had stepped from her throne
As the circle of seasons was spinning once more
Everything changes, everything dies,
But my kind go on as before
I rode a white horse over Uffington Hill
And seemed like a wraith in the mist
Frost cracking underfoot, everything shone
Like the eyes of the bird on 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,
My kind continue to ride
Continue to ride
Continue to ride
O-oh
Continue to ride