《Heavy Horses(Steven Wilson Stereo Remix)》歌词

[00:00:00] Heavy Horses (Steven Wilson Stereo Remix) - Jethro Tull

[00:00:03] Written by：Ian Anderson

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

[00:01:15] An October's 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 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

[00:01:52] 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 you're down to the few

[00:02:27] And there's no work to do

[00:02:29] The tractor's on its way

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

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

[00:02:42] And we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood

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

[00:02:54] To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth

[00:02:59] And your 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] They'll beg for your strength your gentle power

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

[00:03:24] And you'll 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

[00:04:51] 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

[00:05:19] 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 horseman's 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

[00:06:42] The heavy horses coming home

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

[00:06:54] An October's 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

[00:07:16] 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 you're down to the few

[00:07:46] And there's no work to do

[00:07:48] The tractor's on its way

[00:08:01] Heavy horses move the land under me

[00:08:07] Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free

[00:08:13] Now you're down to the few

[00:08:15] And there's no work to do

[00:08:17] The tractor's on its way

[00:08:20] Heavy horses move the land under me

[00:08:27] Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free

[00:08:33] Now you're down to the few

[00:08:35] And there's no work to do

[00:08:37] The tractor's on its way

[00:08:41] Heavy horses move the land under me

[00:08:47] Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free

[00:08:53] Now you're down to the few

[00:08:56] And there's no work to do

[00:08:57] The tractor's on its way