CAPO 3 FRET
INTRO:
Bm EmIron-clad Cfeather-feet Dpounding the Gdust
An OcCtober's Dday, towards Dsus4eveningG EmSweat embossed Cveins standing Dproud to the Gplough
SaClt on a DCdeep chest Dsus4seasoninGg
EmLast of Cthe line at an Dhonest day's toGil
CTurning Dthe deep sod Dsus4underG EmFlint at Cthe fetlock, chDasing the bonGe
C D Dsus4 G
CFlies at Dthe nostrils Dsus4plundeGr.
The SuCffolk, the DClydesdale, the GPercheron viCe
with the AmShire on his feaDthers Dsus4floatinEmg
HCauling soft Dtimber Ginto the duCsk
to Cbed on Da warm straw Dsus4coatingG.
F#7Heavy BmHorseGs, Bmmove the Gland under meA F#7BehBmind the plough glidinGg Bmslipping and Gsliding frAee
F#7Now you're Gdown to the Dfew
And there's Bbno work to Fdo
The tractoCr's Emon its waDy.Bm
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 wood
behind the young trees growing
To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth,
and 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.
Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein of polished leather
A Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather.
Bring a song for the evening
Clean brass to flash the dawn
across these acres glistening
like dew on a carpet lawn
In these dark towns folk lie sleeping
as the heavy horses thunder by
to wake the dying city
with the living horseman's cry
At once the old hands quicken
bring pick and wisp and curry comb
thrill to the sound of all
the heavy horses coming home.
Ian Anderson:
Michal David:
Jethro Tull:
