A long way home, far out the sleeping island We'll reach the rocky headland when the dawn breaks When the dawn breaks A long wild night, high songs and voices cracking Sea kelp and trampled bracken mark our pathway Mark our path behind. All the white horses are running All the white horses are running All the white horses are running Far from shore Beyond the hills, old friends who fan the firelight Retreat into the dark night, far behind us Far behind us A rising wind across the tide-race hurries Lifting the foaming flurries of the water Of the swelling tide All the white horses are running All the white horses are running All the white horses are running Far from shore And when at last the day stands clear We'll find we know it ended here A rocky shore where winds blow high And tangled waters meet a lowering sky First light of dawn, an empty sea revealing High up the gulls are wheeling as we turn And face the morning A silent time, I sense you long for leaving No talk, so no deceiving in your silence In your silent eyes All the white horses are running All the white horses are running All the white horses are running Far from shore All the white horses are running All the white horses are running All the white horses are running Far from shore