White Horses
Far out at sea
There are horses to ride,
Little white horses
That race with the tide.
There are horses to ride,
Little white horses
That race with the tide.
Their tossing manes
Are the white sea-foam,
And the lashing winds
Are driving them home —
Are the white sea-foam,
And the lashing winds
Are driving them home —
To shadowy stables
Fast they must flee,
To the great green caverns
Down under the sea.
Fast they must flee,
To the great green caverns
Down under the sea.
by Irene F. Pawsey
Artist Omar Rayyan
Artist Omar Rayyan
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