《Three Horses》LRC歌词下载

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Baez
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Joan Baez
[00:25.68](Words and Music by Joan Baez)
[00:27.12]In the early dawn a stallion white
[00:34.83]prances the hills in the morning light.
[00:40.83]His bridle is painted with thunder and gold,
[00:49.50]orchids and dragons, pale knights of old.
[01:04.14]He is the horse of the ages past.
[01:13.05]And now the children run to see
[01:14.10]the stallion on the hill,
[01:21.75]bringing bags of apples
[01:25.32]and of clover they have filled.
[01:36.93]And the white horse tells his stories
[01:37.68]of the days now past and gone
[01:41.79]and the children stand a-wondering
[01:46.05]believing every song.
[01:54.69]How brightly glows the past.
[02:18.12]When the sun is high comes a mare so red,
[02:26.37]trampling the graves of the living and dead.
[02:34.50]Her mantle is heavy with mirrors and glass,
[02:42.51]all is reflected when the red mare does pass.
[02:49.14]She is the horse of the here and now.
[02:53.58]And now there is confusion
[03:06.99]amongst the children on the hill.
[03:13.17]They cling to one another
[03:21.45]and no longer can be still.
[03:26.70]While the red mare's voice is trembling
[03:30.36]with a rare and mighty call,
[03:33.21]the children start remembering
[03:39.84]the bearers and the pall.
[03:44.82]And though their many-colored sweaters
[03:45.60]are reflected in the glass,
[04:00.18]and though the sun shines down upon them,
[04:07.08]they are frightened in the grass.
[04:10.29]How stark is the here and now.
[04:33.75]When night does fall comes a stallion black,
[04:41.61]so proud and tall he never looks back.
[04:49.56]He wears him no emeralds, silver and gold,
[04:57.18]not even a covering to keep him from cold.
[05:08.01]He is the horse of the years to come.
[05:19.62]And I will get me down
[05:22.47]before this steed upon my knees
[05:32.37]and sing to him the sorrows
[05:37.38]of a thousand centuries.
[05:39.57]And the children now will scatter
[05:44.37]as their mothers call them home,
[05:49.29]for the sadness of the evening horse
[05:58.32]no child has ever known.
[06:07.35]And I will hang about him
[06:10.17]a bell that's never rung
[06:16.77]and thank him for the many words
[06:20.61]which from his throat have never sprung.
[06:24.84]And I'll thank God and all the angels
[06:37.32]that the stallion of the evening,
[06:40.89]the black horse of the future,
[06:43.83]comes to earth but has no tongue.
[06:51.87]© 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)