《Three Horses》歌词

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[00:01:20] Bringing bags of apples

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

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

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

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

[00:01:49] Believing every song

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[00:03:36] The children start remembering

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[00:05:35] Of a thousand centuries

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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