《Three Horses》歌词

歌曲： Three Horses

所属专辑：Blessed Are...

歌手： Joan Baez

时长： 07:05

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Three Horses - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹)[00:00:00]

In the early dawn a stallion white[00:00:25]

Prances the hills in the morning light [00:00:33]

His bridle is painted with thunder and gold [00:00:41]

Orchids and dragons pale knights of old [00:00:49]

He is the horse of the ages past [00:00:56]

And now the children run to see[00:01:08]

The stallion on the hill [00:01:14]

Bringing bags of apples[00:01:20]

And of clover they have filled [00:01:25]

And the white horse tells his stories[00:01:31]

Of the days now past and gone[00:01:37]

And the children stand a-wondering[00:01:42]

Believing every song [00:01:49]

How brightly glows the past [00:01:55]

When the sun is high comes a mare so red [00:02:18]

Trampling the graves of the living and dead [00:02:26]

Her mantle is heavy with mirrors and glass [00:02:34]

All is reflected when the red mare does pass [00:02:42]

She is the horse of the here and now [00:02:49]

And now there is confusion[00:03:01]

Amongst the children on the hill [00:03:07]

They cling to one another[00:03:13]

And no longer can be still [00:03:18]

While the red mare's voice is trembling[00:03:24]

With a rare and mighty call [00:03:30]

The children start remembering[00:03:36]

The bearers and the pall [00:03:42]

And though their many-colored sweaters[00:03:46]

Are reflected in the glass [00:03:52]

And though the sun shines down upon them [00:03:58]

They are frightened in the grass [00:04:04]

How stark is the here and now [00:04:10]

When night does fall comes a stallion black [00:04:34]

So proud and tall he never looks back [00:04:42]

He wears him no emeralds silver and gold [00:04:49]

Not even a covering to keep him from cold [00:04:57]

He is the horse of the years to come [00:05:05]

And I will get me down[00:05:17]

Before this steed upon my knees[00:05:22]

And sing to him the sorrows[00:05:29]

Of a thousand centuries [00:05:35]

And the children now will scatter[00:05:40]

As their mothers call them home [00:05:46]

For the sadness of the evening horse[00:05:52]

No child has ever known [00:05:58]

And I will hang about him[00:06:04]

A bell that's never rung[00:06:09]

And thank him for the many words[00:06:15]

Which from his throat have never sprung [00:06:20]

And I'll thank God and all the angels[00:06:26]

That the stallion of the evening [00:06:32]

The black horse of the future [00:06:38]

Comes to earth but has no tongue [00:06:44]

1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)[00:06:54]