Baez Joan Three Horses Lyrics

Three Horses Lyrics

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

 Hes  the horse of the ages past.

 

 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 passed and gone

 And the children stand 

 A-wondering

 Believing 

 Every song

 How brightly glows the past.

 

 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

 Shes the horse of the here and now.

 

 And now there is confusion 

 mongst the children on the hill

 They cling to one another 

 And no longer can be still

 While the red mares 

 Voice is trembling

 With a rare and 

 Mighty call

 The children 

 Start remembering 

 The bearers 

 And the the pall

 And though their 

 Many-colored sweaters 

 Are reflecting 

 In the glass

 And though the sun

 Shines down upon them

 They are frightened 

 In the grass

 How stark is the here and now.

 

 When the night does fall

 Comes a stallion black

 So proud and tall

 He never looks back

 He wears him no emaralds

 Silver or gold

 Not even a covering

 To keep him from cold

 Hes the horse of the years to come.

 

 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 thats 

 Never rung

 And thank him 

 For the many words

 Which from his throat

 Have never sprung

 And Ill thank God 

 And all the angels

 That the stallion 

 Of the evening 

 The black horse 

 Of the future 

 Comes to earth but has no tongue.

 

 Joan Baez  

 Copyright 1971 by Chandos Music 

 ASCAP 7:03