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    "Heavy Horses [Edited Version][Edit]" Lyrics

    Jethro Tull

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    Iron-clad feather feet pounding the dust
    On October's day, towards evening
    Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough
    Salt on a deep chest, seasoning

    Last of the line at an honest day's 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
    And now you're down to the few, and there's no work to do
    The tractor's on its way

    Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed
    To keep the old line going
    And we'll stand you abreast at the back of the woods
    Behind the young trees growing

    To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth
    Your 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
    And now you're down to the few, and there's no work to do
    The tractor's on its way

    Now the heavy horses, move the land under me
    Behind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding free
    And now you're down to the few, and there's no work to do
    The tractor's on its way

    Now the heavy horses, move the land under me
    Behind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding free
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Ian Anderson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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