Joan Baez – Three Horses (Guitar)

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In the early dawn a stallion white

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Prances the hills in the morning light.

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His bridle is painted with thunder and gold,

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Orchids and dragons, pale knights of old.

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He is the horse of the ages p - ast.

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And now the children run to see the stallion on the hill,

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Bringing bags of apples and of clover they have filled.

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And the white horse tells his stories

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Of the days now past and gone

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And the children stand a-wondering

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Believing every song.

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How brightly glows the p-ast.

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When the sun is high comes a mare so red,

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A'trampling the graves of the living and dead.

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Her mantle is heavy with mirrors and glass,

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All is reflected when the red mare does pass.

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She is the horse of the here and n - ow.

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And now there is confusion 'mongst the children on the hill.

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They cling to one a-nother and no longer can be still.

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While the red mare’s voice is trembling

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With a rare and mighty call,

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The children start re-membering

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The bearers and the pall.

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And though their many-colored sweaters

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Are re-flected in the glass,

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And though the sun shines down upon them,

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They are frightened in the grass.

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How stark is the here and n - ow.

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When night does fall comes a stallion black,

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so proud and tall he never looks back.

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He wears him no emeralds, silver or gold,

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not even a covering to keep him from cold.

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He is the horse of the years to c - ome.

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And I will get me down before this steed upon my knees

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And sing to him the sorrows of a thousand centuries.

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And the children now will scatter

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as their mothers call them home,

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for the sadness of the evening horse

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No child has ever known.

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And I will hang about him

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a bell that’s never rung

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and thank him for the many words

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which from his throat have never sprung.

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And I’ll thank God and all the angels

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That the stallion of the evening,

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The black horse of the future,

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comes to earth but has no to-ngue.