《Heavy Horses(2003 Remaster)》歌词

[00:00:00] Heavy Horses (2003 Remastered Version) - Jethro Tull

[00:00:35] Composer：Ian Anderson

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

[00:01:15] An October's day towards evening

[00:01:19] 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 day's 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

[00:01:51] The Suffolk the Clydesdale the Percheron vie

[00:01:56] With the shire on his feathers floating

[00:02:01] Hauling soft timber into the dusk

[00:02:06] To bed on a warm straw coating

[00:02:12] Heavy horses move the land under me

[00:02:18] Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free

[00:02:24] And now you're down to the few and there's no work to do

[00:02:28] The tractor is on its way

[00:02:32] Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed

[00:02:37] To keep the old line going

[00:02:41] And we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood

[00:02:47] Behind the young trees growing

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

[00:02:58] Your eighteen hands at the shoulder

[00:03:02] And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry

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

[00:03:13] They'll beg for your strength your gentle power

[00:03:19] Your noble grace and your bearing

[00:03:23] And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls

[00:03:28] In the wake of the deep plough sharing

[00:03:35] Heavy horses move the land under me

[00:03:40] Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free

[00:03:47] And now you're down to the few and there's no work to do

[00:03:50] The tractor is on its way

[00:04:16] Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill

[00:04:22] Up into the cold wind facing

[00:04:27] In stiff battle harness chained to the world

[00:04:33] Against the low sun racing

[00:04:38] Bring me a wheel of oaken wood

[00:04:44] A rein of polished leather

[00:04:49] A heavy horse and a tumbling sky

[00:04:55] Brewing heavy weather

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

[00:05:04] Clean brass to flash the dawn

[00:05:08] Across these acres glistening

[00:05:11] Like dew on a carpet lawn

[00:05:17] In these dark towns folk lie sleeping

[00:05:21] As the heavy horses thunder by

[00:05:25] To wake the dying city

[00:05:28] With the living horseman's cry

[00:06:27] At once the old hands quicken

[00:06:31] Bring pick and wisp and curry comb

[00:06:36] Thrill to the sound of all the heavy horses coming home

[00:06:47] Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust

[00:06:52] An October's day towards evening

[00:06:57] Sweat-embossed veins standing proud to the plough

[00:07:02] Salt on a deep chest seasoning

[00:07:08] Bring me a wheel of oaken wood

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

[00:07:18] A heavy horse and a tumbling sky

[00:07:24] Brewing heavy weather

[00:07:29] Heavy horses move the land under me

[00:07:35] Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free

[00:07:41] And now you're down to the few and there's no work to do

[00:07:45] The tractor is on its way

[00:07:57] Oh heavy horses move the land under me

[00:08:04] Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free

[00:08:10] And now you're down to the few and there's no work to do

[00:08:14] The tractor is on its way

[00:08:17] Oh heavy horses move the land under me

[00:08:24] Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free

[00:08:30] And now you're down to the few and there's no work to do

[00:08:34] The tractor is on its way

[00:08:38] Oh heavy horses move the land under me

[00:08:44] Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free