Of all the things I'v ever seen,
Of all the dreams I'v ever dreamed,
The finest sight thats ever come to me,
White horses wild beside the sea.

They ran across the trackless sand
In that remote, forgotten land,
And in their running they were free
Beside the boundless, unchained sea.

They raced the first light of the day
And surged across a shallow bay
To feed at ease on grassy plains
With wind alone to groom there manes.

No barn or stable was their home.
No one could govern where they roamed.
They galloped on the fenceless tracts
With no one's burden on their backs.

And each swift horse was nature's child
At home on land forever wild,
And each wild horse was meant to be
At home on land forever free.

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