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Heavy Horses (2003 Digital Remaster) - Jethro Tull

Written by：Ian Anderson

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 you're down to the few

And there's no work to do

The tractors on

It's 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

You're eighteen hands

At the shoulder

And one day

When the oil barons have all dripped dry

And the nights are seen

To draw colder

They'll beg for your strength

Your gentle power

Your noble grace

And your bearing

And you'll strain once again

To the sound of the gulls

In the wake

Of the deep plough

Sharing

Heavy horses

Move the land under me

Behind the plough gliding

Slipping and sliding free

Now you're down to the few

And there's no work to do

The tractors on

It's way

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 you're down to the few

And there's no work to do

The tractors on

It's way

Oh heavy horses

Move the land under me

Behind the plough gliding

Slipping and sliding free

Now you're down to the few

And there's no work to do

The tractors on

It's way

Heavy horses

Move the land under me

Behind the plough gliding

Slipping and sliding free

Now you're down to the few

And there's no work to do

The tractors on

It's way

Heavy horses

Move the land under me

Behind the plough gliding

Slipping and sliding free