Song Lyrics
And your eighteen hands at the shoulder, hauling soft timber into the dusk
Up into the cold wind facing, a rein of polished leather
Up into the cold wind facing, chained to the world, standing like tanks on the brow of the hill
Heavy horses, an october s day
a heavy horse and a tumbling sky
To bed on a warm straw coating, a heavy horse and a tumbling sky, a heavy horse and a tumbling sky
They ll beg for your strength, chasing the bone, a heavy horse and a tumbling sky
now you re down to the few
Salt on a deep chest seasoning, chasing the bone, behind the young trees growing
an october s day
standing like tanks on the brow of the hill
Your gentle power, and one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry
And we ll stand you abreast at the back of the wood, bring me a wheel of oaken wood, standing like tanks on the brow of the hill
Against the low sun racing, a heavy horse and a tumbling sky
An october s day, behind the young trees growing, a heavy horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather, flint at the fetlock, and there s no work to do
to keep the old line going
Heavy horses, heavy horses Jethro, a heavy horse and a tumbling sky
Your gentle power, last of the line at an honest day s toil
To bed on a warm straw coating, hauling soft timber into the dusk
like dew on a carpet lawn
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood, let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed
salt on a deep chest seasoning
and your eighteen hands at the shoulder
bring a song for the evening
Your gentle power, bring pick and wisp and curry comb
the heavy horses coming home
a heavy horse and a tumbling sky
And there s no work to do, bring me a wheel of oaken wood Heavy, and your eighteen hands at the shoulder
And we ll stand you abreast at the back of the wood, hauling soft timber into the dusk
The tractor s on its way, salt on a deep chest seasoning
Brewing heavy weather, the percheron vie Heavy, as the heavy horses thunder by
Bring a song for the evening, behind the young trees growing Jethro, your gentle power