Текст (слова) песни: Jethro Tull - Heavy Horses

Heavy horses

By jethro tull

Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust

On octobers day, towards evening

Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough

Salt on a deep chest, seasoning

Last of the line at an honest days toil

Turning the deep sod under

Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone

Flies at the nostrils plunder.

The suffolk, the clydesdale, the percheron vie

With the shire on his feathers floating

Hauling soft timber into the dusk

To bed on a warm straw coating.

Heavy horses, move the land under me

Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free

Now youre down to the few

And theres no work to do

The tractors on its way.

Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed

To keep the old line going.

And well stand you abreast at the back of the woods

Behind the young trees growing

To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth,

Youre eighteen hands at the shoulder

And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry

And the nights are seen to draw colder

Theyll beg for your strength, your gentle power

Your noble grace and your bearing

And youll strain once again to the sound of the gulls

In the wake of the deep plough, sharing.

Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill

Up into the cold wind facing

In stiff battle harness, chained to the world

Against the low sun racing

Bring me a wheel of oaken wood

A rein of polished leather

A heavy horse and a tumbling sky

Brewing heavy weather.

Bring a song for the evening

Clean brass to flash the dawn

Across these acres glistening

Like dew on a carpet lawn

In these dark towns folk lie sleeping

As the heavy horses thunder by

To wake the dying city

With the living horsemans cry

At once the old hands quicken ---

Bring pick and wisp and curry comb ---

Thrill to the sound of all

The heavy horses coming home.

Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust

On octobers day, towards evening

Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough

Salt on a deep chest, seasoning

Bring me a wheel of oaken wood

A rein of polished leather

A heavy horse and a tumbling sky

Brewing heavy weather.

Heavy horses, move the land under me

Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free

Now youre down to the few

And theres no work to do

The tractors on its way.

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Jethro Tull - Heavy Horses Heavy horses By jethro tull Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust On octobers day, towards evening Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough Salt on a deep chest, seasoning Last of the line at an honest days toil Turning the deep sod under Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone Flies at the nostrils plunder. The suffolk, the clydesdale, the percheron vie With the shire on his feathers floating Hauling soft timber into the dusk To bed on a warm straw coating. Heavy horses, move the land under me Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free Now youre down to the few And theres no work to do The tractors on its way. Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed To keep the old line going. And well stand you abreast at the back of the woods Behind the young trees growing To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth, Youre eighteen hands at the shoulder And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry And the nights are seen to draw colder Theyll beg for your strength, your gentle power Your noble grace and your bearing And youll strain once again to the sound of the gulls In the wake of the deep plough, sharing. Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill Up into the cold wind facing In stiff battle harness, chained to the world Against the low sun racing Bring me a wheel of oaken wood A rein of polished leather A heavy horse and a tumbling sky Brewing heavy weather. Bring a song for the evening Clean brass to flash the dawn Across these acres glistening Like dew on a carpet lawn In these dark towns folk lie sleeping As the heavy horses thunder by To wake the dying city With the living horsemans cry At once the old hands quicken --- Bring pick and wisp and curry comb --- Thrill to the sound of all The heavy horses coming home. Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust On octobers day, towards evening Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough Salt on a deep chest, seasoning Bring me a wheel of oaken wood A rein of polished leather A heavy horse and a tumbling sky Brewing heavy weather. Heavy horses, move the land under me Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free Now youre down to the few And theres no work to do The tractors on its way. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Heavy Horses: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/6029.html Все тексты песен: Jethro Tull » Jethro Tull - Crossfire » Jethro Tull - Life is a Long Song » Jethro Tull - Mayhem, Maybe » Jethro Tull - The Chequered Flag (Dead Or Alive) » Jethro Tull - End Game » Jethro Tull - Montserrat » Jethro Tull - Another Harrys Bar » Jethro Tull - Play in Time » Jethro Tull - Automotive Engineering » Jethro Tull - When Jesus Came To Play » Jethro Tull - Too Many Too » Jethro Tull - Part of The Machine » Jethro Tull - JackaLynn » Jethro Tull - Lights Out » Jethro Tull - Law Of The Bungle » Jethro Tull - Two Fingers » Jethro Tull - Heat » Jethro Tull - Velvet Green » Jethro Tull - Beastie » Jethro Tull - Orion Рекомендуем скачать: » Мираж - Музыка нас связала » Машина Времени - Люблю я макароны » Михаил Волков - Репортаж с матча по забиванию гвоздей головой в стену, к сожалению, не состоявшегося на Олимпиаде 19 » Маша Распутина - Мальчики » Михаил Шуфутинский - Зи-Зи » Михаил Волков - Песня Вот трамвай на рельсах встал, под него еврей попал в трактовке Б.Окуджавы » Массква - Необратимо » Михаил Басаев - Я хочу рассказать по тематике... » Михаил Неволин - Друзьям, с которыми я расстался » Михаил Щербаков - Ложный шаг » Михаил Щербаков - Сентябрь » Машина Времени - Увидеть реку » Машина Времени - Между тем, что было и тем, что будет » Мумий Тролль - Лунные девицы » Мереке Искаков - Этюд » Маша и медведи - Любочка » Мария Кочеткова - Черный голубь » Маша Распутина - Ты упал с луны » Михаил Щербаков - Восточный романс » Марина Ливанова - Репетиций не надо, их окончился срок...
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