《Heavy Horses(Live)》歌词

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[00:04:56] Brewing heavy weather

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

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

[00:05:10] Across these acres glistening

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[00:07:26] Brewing heavy weather

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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