Текст песни Two White Horses - Rita Connolly

Two white horses draw the plough
From where I stand I hear no sound
The hours of this creeping day
In polished harness led away

Ploughman's feet in furrows
Walking, walking

Years have bent this ploughman's back
As wind deforms the skyline tree
Two white horses never tire
In all the turnings of the day

Turning, always turning
In this never-ending field

Two white horses draw the plough
From where I stand I hear no sound
Two white horses never tire
In all the turnings of the day

Walking, always walking
In this never-ending field