《Heavy Horses(Live)》歌词

歌曲： Heavy Horses(Live)

所属专辑：The Anniversary Collection

歌手： Jethro Tull

时长： 08:56

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Heavy Horses - Jethro Tull[00:00:00]

Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust[00:01:10]

On octobers day towards evening[00:01:15]

Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough[00:01:20]

Salt on a deep chest seasoning[00:01:25]

Last of the line at an honest days toil[00:01:31]

Turning the deep sod under[00:01:36]

Flint at the fetlock chasing the bone[00:01:41]

Flies at the nostrils plunder [00:01:46]

The suffolk the clydesdale the percheron vie[00:01:52]

With the shire on his feathers floating[00:01:57]

Hauling soft timber into the dusk[00:02:02]

To bed on a warm straw coating [00:02:07]

Heavy horses move the land under me[00:02:13]

Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free[00:02:19]

Now youre down to the few[00:02:25]

And theres no work to do[00:02:27]

The tractors on its way [00:02:29]

Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed[00:02:31]

To keep the old line going [00:02:38]

And well stand you abreast at the back of the woods[00:02:42]

Behind the young trees growing[00:02:48]

To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth [00:02:53]

Youre eighteen hands at the shoulder[00:02:59]

And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry[00:03:03]

And the nights are seen to draw colder[00:03:08]

Theyll beg for your strength your gentle power[00:03:14]

Your noble grace and your bearing[00:03:20]

And youll strain once again to the sound of the gulls[00:03:24]

In the wake of the deep plough sharing [00:03:29]

Heavy Horses move the land under me [00:03:36]

Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free [00:03:41]

Now you're down to the few[00:03:48]

And there's no work to do:[00:03:50]

The tractor's on its way" [00:03:52]

Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill[00:04:18]

Up into the cold wind facing[00:04:23]

In stiff battle harness chained to the world[00:04:29]

Against the low sun racing[00:04:34]

Bring me a wheel of oaken wood[00:04:40]

A rein of polished leather[00:04:45]

A heavy horse and a tumbling sky[00:04:50]

Brewing heavy weather [00:04:56]

Bring a song for the evening[00:05:01]

Clean brass to flash the dawn[00:05:06]

Across these acres glistening[00:05:10]

Like dew on a carpet lawn[00:05:13]

In these dark towns folk lie sleeping[00:05:18]

As the heavy horses thunder by[00:05:23]

To wake the dying city[00:05:27]

With the living horsemans cry[00:05:30]

At once the old hands quicken ---[00:06:29]

Bring pick and wisp and curry comb ---[00:06:34]

Thrill to the sound of all[00:06:39]

The heavy horses coming home [00:06:43]

Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust[00:06:49]

On octobers day towards evening[00:06:54]

Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough[00:06:59]

Salt on a deep chest seasoning[00:07:05]

Bring me a wheel of oaken wood[00:07:11]

A rein of polished leather[00:07:13]

A heavy horse and a tumbling sky[00:07:20]

Brewing heavy weather [00:07:26]

Heavy horses move the land under me[00:07:32]

Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free[00:07:38]

Now youre down to the few[00:07:44]

And theres no work to do[00:07:48]

The tractors on its way[00:07:50]

Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free[00:08:00]

Now youre down to the few[00:08:13]

And theres no work to do[00:08:15]

The tractors on its way [00:08:17]

Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free[00:08:20]

Now youre down to the few[00:08:29]

And theres no work to do[00:08:35]

The tractors on its way[00:08:37]