As I rode the grey horse that carried Merlin's name,
I broke the wizard's curse to make the bold moss-trooper's claim
Again I rode a lean grey in the mountains of the West,
Through hanging bog and corry to Garry Goul-log's crest
I've swung too many's the saddle since, on bay and chestnut too
But I will ride the black horse 'till I ride home to you
And I have rode the black horse with a lurcher at his heel
From Lammermuir to Cheviot, and long to Teviotdale
Across the windy Minchmoor and down through Liddesdale
And over the crag of Rubers-law to Bowmont and to Kale
For I will take the long track when every day is new
And I will ride the black horse 'till I ride home to you
I will ride the blackhorse all the summer long
To hear a distant echo join the chorus of a song
And when I cross the Ettrick or ford the Yarrow's flood
In the autumn woods of Tweedsdale I'll feel you in my blood
And as the winter westerlies come howling through Traquair
I'll turn his head into the wind to taste you in the air
And when spring creeps over Sutra Hill and nature loves anew
Then I will mount the white horse
And I'll ride home
