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Joan Baez Three Horses
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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
In the early dawn a stallion white
Prances the hills in the morning light.
His bridle is painted with thunder and gold
Orchids and dragons pale knights of old.
He is the horse of the ages p - ast.
And now the children run to see the stallion on the hill
Bringing bags of apples and of clover they have filled.
And the white horse tells his stories
Of the days now past and gone
And the children stand a-wondering
Believing every song.
How brightly glows the p-ast.
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
When the sun is high comes a mare so red
A'trampling the graves of the living and dead.
Her mantle is heavy with mirrors and glass
All is reflected when the red mare does pass.
She is the horse of the here and n - ow.
And now there is confusion 'mongst the children on the hill.
They cling to one a-nother and no longer can be still.
While the red mare’s voice is trembling
With a rare and mighty call
The children start re-membering
The bearers and the pall.
And though their many-colored sweaters
Are re-flected in the glass
And though the sun shines down upon them
They are frightened in the grass.
How stark is the here and n - ow.
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
When night does fall comes a stallion black
so proud and tall he never looks back.
He wears him no emeralds silver or gold
not even a covering to keep him from cold.
He is the horse of the years to c - ome.
And I will get me down before this steed upon my knees
And sing to him the sorrows of a thousand centuries.
And the children now will scatter
as their mothers call them home
for the sadness of the evening horse
No child has ever known.
And I will hang about him
a bell that’s never rung
and thank him for the many words
which from his throat have never sprung.
And I’ll thank God and all the angels
That the stallion of the evening
The black horse of the future
comes to earth but has no to-ngue.
(moins de barrés)