Joan Baez - Three Horses Lyrics
In the early dawn, a stallion whitePrances the hills in the morning light.His bridal is painted with thunder and goldOrchids and dragons and pale knights of old,He is the horse of the ages past.And now the children run to see the stallion onThe hill Bringing bags of apples and of cloverThey have filled. And the white horse tells hisStories of the days now past and goneAnd the children stand a wondering beleivingEvery song how brightly glows the past.When the sun is high comes a mare so redTrampling the graves of the living and deadHer mantle is heavy with mirrors and glassAll is reflected when the red mare does passShe's the horse of the here and nowAnd now there is confusion amungst the childrenOn the hill they cling to one another and noLonger can be still while the red mare'sVoice is trembling with a rare and mighty callThe children start remembering the bearers andThe Fall and though their many colored sweatersAre reflecting in the glass and though the sunShines down upon them, they are frightened inThe grass How stark is the here and now.When the night does fall comes a stallion blackSo proud and tall he never looks backHe wears him no emeralds, silver or goldNot even a covering to keep him from coldHe's the horse of the years to comeAnd I will get me down before this stead uponMy knees and sing to him the sorrows of aThousand centuries and the children now willScatter as their mothers call them homeFor the sadness of the evening horseNo child has ever knownAnd I will hang about him a bell that is neverRung and thank him for the many words fromHis throat have never sprung and I thank godAnd all the angels that the stallion of theEvening the black horse of the future comesTo earth but has no tongue.
