1917 Revolution - Beau

My mind is young my body lean

I live in Petrograd the year is 1917

I see the horses in the street

I hear the sound of running feet

I see the torches burning bright

Marching out into the night

I turn my horse towards the sun

They say the movement has begun

When every man shall own his share

An end to sorrow and despair

And now they say the Tsar has gone

I turn my horse towards the sun

Though I am tired I must ride on

To find the peace I know I want

The Caucasus and the Ukraine

Across the land and back again

Then down the seaboard we will ride

Unopposed and undefied

We turned our horses to the sun

They say the movement has begun

When every man shall own his share

An end to sorrow and despair

And now they say the Tzar has gone

We turned our horses to the sun

And the dancers danced balalaikas played

As the people watched the grand parade

And as the peasants watched they knew

What the community could do

When they saw what had been won

And what the Soviet had done

They turned their horses to the sun

They say the movement has begun

When every man shall own his share

An end to sorrow and despair

And now they say the Tzar has gone

They turned their horses to the sun