Three Horses-Joan Baez
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[00:00.00]Three Horses - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹)
[00:25.91]In the early dawn a stallion white
[00:33.77]Prances the hills in the morning light
[00:41.32]His bridle is painted with thunder and gold
[00:49.25]Orchids and dragons pale knights of old
[00:56.61]He is the horse of the ages past
[01:08.84]And now the children run to see
[01:14.96]The stallion on the hill
[01:20.89]Bringing bags of apples
[01:25.44]And of clover they have filled
[01:31.24]And the white horse tells his stories
[01:37.86]Of the days now past and gone
[01:42.79]And the children stand a-wondering
[01:49.40]Believing every song
[01:55.21]How brightly glows the past
[02:18.79]When the sun is high comes a mare so red
[02:26.53]Trampling the graves of the living and dead
[02:34.02]Her mantle is heavy with mirrors and glass
[02:42.26]All is reflected when the red mare does pass
[02:49.62]She is the horse of the here and now
[03:01.97]And now there is confusion
[03:07.34]Amongst the children on the hill
[03:13.52]They cling to one another
[03:18.64]And no longer can be still
[03:24.81]While the red mare's voice is trembling
[03:30.62]With a rare and mighty call
[03:36.79]The children start remembering
[03:42.22]The bearers and the pall
[03:46.84]And though their many-colored sweaters
[03:52.96]Are reflected in the glass
[03:58.26]And though the sun shines down upon them
[04:04.37]They are frightened in the grass
[04:10.80]How stark is the here and now
[04:34.43]When night does fall comes a stallion black
[04:42.04]So proud and tall he never looks back
[04:49.86]He wears him no emeralds silver and gold
[04:57.54]Not even a covering to keep him from cold
[05:05.28]He is the horse of the years to come
[05:17.76]And I will get me down
[05:22.81]Before this steed upon my knees
[05:29.55]And sing to him the sorrows
[05:35.98]Of a thousand centuries
[05:40.72]And the children now will scatter
[05:46.27]As their mothers call them home
[05:52.01]For the sadness of the evening horse
[05:58.32]No child has ever known
[06:04.24]And I will hang about him
[06:09.92]A bell that's never rung
[06:15.79]And thank him for the many words
[06:20.90]Which from his throat have never sprung
[06:26.15]And I'll thank God and all the angels
[06:32.82]That the stallion of the evening
[06:38.69]The black horse of the future
[06:44.18]Comes to earth but has no tongue
[06:54.23]1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
[ar:Joan Baez]
[al:Blessed Are...]
[by:]
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[00:00.00]Three Horses - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹)
[00:25.91]In the early dawn a stallion white
[00:33.77]Prances the hills in the morning light
[00:41.32]His bridle is painted with thunder and gold
[00:49.25]Orchids and dragons pale knights of old
[00:56.61]He is the horse of the ages past
[01:08.84]And now the children run to see
[01:14.96]The stallion on the hill
[01:20.89]Bringing bags of apples
[01:25.44]And of clover they have filled
[01:31.24]And the white horse tells his stories
[01:37.86]Of the days now past and gone
[01:42.79]And the children stand a-wondering
[01:49.40]Believing every song
[01:55.21]How brightly glows the past
[02:18.79]When the sun is high comes a mare so red
[02:26.53]Trampling the graves of the living and dead
[02:34.02]Her mantle is heavy with mirrors and glass
[02:42.26]All is reflected when the red mare does pass
[02:49.62]She is the horse of the here and now
[03:01.97]And now there is confusion
[03:07.34]Amongst the children on the hill
[03:13.52]They cling to one another
[03:18.64]And no longer can be still
[03:24.81]While the red mare's voice is trembling
[03:30.62]With a rare and mighty call
[03:36.79]The children start remembering
[03:42.22]The bearers and the pall
[03:46.84]And though their many-colored sweaters
[03:52.96]Are reflected in the glass
[03:58.26]And though the sun shines down upon them
[04:04.37]They are frightened in the grass
[04:10.80]How stark is the here and now
[04:34.43]When night does fall comes a stallion black
[04:42.04]So proud and tall he never looks back
[04:49.86]He wears him no emeralds silver and gold
[04:57.54]Not even a covering to keep him from cold
[05:05.28]He is the horse of the years to come
[05:17.76]And I will get me down
[05:22.81]Before this steed upon my knees
[05:29.55]And sing to him the sorrows
[05:35.98]Of a thousand centuries
[05:40.72]And the children now will scatter
[05:46.27]As their mothers call them home
[05:52.01]For the sadness of the evening horse
[05:58.32]No child has ever known
[06:04.24]And I will hang about him
[06:09.92]A bell that's never rung
[06:15.79]And thank him for the many words
[06:20.90]Which from his throat have never sprung
[06:26.15]And I'll thank God and all the angels
[06:32.82]That the stallion of the evening
[06:38.69]The black horse of the future
[06:44.18]Comes to earth but has no tongue
[06:54.23]1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
