Lyrics Heavy Horses (Live) - Jethro Tull
Iron-clad
feather-feet
pounding
the
dust
On
October's
day
towards
evening
Sweat-bimbo's
veins
standing
proud
to
the
plough
Salt
on
a
tea-chest
seasoning
Last
of
the
line
in
an
honest
day's
toil
Turning
the
leaves
under
Flint
with
a
fat
crotch
facing
the
bone
Flies
of
the
goshcrows
blunder
The
Southdown,
the
Clydesdale,
the
Percheron
vie
With
a
shire
on
his
feathers
floating
Haulings
hopped,
inverted
to
the
dusk
To
bed
on
a
warm
straw
coating
Heavy
horses
move
the
land
under
feet
Behind
the
plough
gliding,
slipping
and
sliding
free
And
now
you're
down
to
the
field
and
there's
no
work
to
do
The
tractor's
on
its
way
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
Your
aging
hands
at
the
shoulder
And
one
day
when
the
oil
barrens
have
all
dripped
dry
And
the
nights
perceive
the
draw
colder
They'll
beg
for
your
strength,
your
gentle
power
Your
noble
race
and
your
bearing
And
you'll
strain
once
again
to
the
sound
of
the
gulls
In
the
wink
of
the
deep
plough
sharing
Heavy
horses
move
the
land
under
feet
Behind
the
plough
gliding,
slipping
and
sliding
free
And
now
you're
down
to
the
field
and
there's
no
work
to
do
The
tractor's
on
its
way
Standing
like
tanks
on
the
brow
of
the
hill
A
bend
in
the
cold
wind
facing
In
step,
cattle
harness,
chained
to
the
world
Against
a
lonesome
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
grass
to
flash
the
dawn
A
crossly
saviour's
glistening
Like
dew
on
a
carpet
lawn
In
these
dark
townsfolk
eyes
sleeping
As
the
heavy
horses
thunder
by
In
the
wake
of
a
tiny
city
Where
the
living
horsemen
cryAt
once
the
old
towns
quicken
Ring
pick
and
whizz
and
curry
comb
Thrill
to
the
sound
of
all
the
heavy
horses
coming
home
Iron-clad
feather
feet
pounding
the
dust
An
October's
day
towards
evening
Sweat
pimples
faint
standing
proud
of
the
plough
Salt
on
a
deep
chest
seasoning
Bring
me
a
wheel
of
oaken
wood
A
rein
of
polished
leather
A
heavy
horse
and
a
tumbling
sky
Brewing
heavy
weather
Heavy
horses
move
the
land
under
me
Behind
the
plough
gliding,
slipping
and
sliding
free
Now
you're
down
at
the
pier
and
there's
no
work
to
do
The
tractor's
on
its
way
Heavy
horses
move
the
land
under
me
Behind
the
plough
gliding,
slipping
and
sliding
free
Now
you're
down
at
the
pier
and
there's
no
work
to
do
The
tractor's
on
its
way

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