Three Horses

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[Verse 1]
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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 
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thunder and gold,
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Orchids and dragons, pale 
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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 
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the stallion on the hill,
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Bringing bags of apples and of 
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clover they have filled.
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And the white horse tells his 
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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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[Verse 2]
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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 
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and glass,
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All is reflected when the red 
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mare does pass.
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She is the horse of the here and 
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n - ow.
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And now there is confusion 'mongst
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 the children on the hill.
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They cling to one a-nother and no 
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longer can be still.
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While the red mare’s voice is 
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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 
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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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[Verse 3]
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When night does fall comes a 
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stallion black,
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so proud and tall he never looks 
back.
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He wears him no emeralds, silver 
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or gold,
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not even a covering to keep him 
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from cold.
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He is the horse of the years to c 
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- ome.
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And I will get me down before this 
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steed upon my knees
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And sing to him the sorrows of a 
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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 
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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.