The Long Race

B. R. Hornsby/Hohn Hornsby
 It's a hazy winter's day
 And I'm staring out on the southland
 In the twilight distance on the bay
 My mind sees you running through the marshland
 All these years I've been waiting for you
 Through the high tides and the low tides too
 But if I stop now how could I ever be with you?
 It's a long race
 If I try I will surely finish
 It's a long race
 If I try I will surely win it
 Some day some night with you
 There's a village on the lower Eastern Shore
 Where the watermen's boats are anchored
 And they work so hard all day long
 Showing me what you want to go after
 All these years I've been pushing so hard
 Through the high times and the low times too
 But if I stop now
 How could I know what I could do?
 It's a long race
 If I try I will surely finish
 It's a long race
 If I try I will surely win it
 Some day some night with you