A long, meditative journey with some rich electric guitar and lots of harmony.
Music/Lyrics/Singing/Playing/Arranging/Moonwalking/Recording: Tom O'Brien
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Spoken as if from the horse's mouth.
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We horses in the field
Often dream of sprouting wings
All you men who made the wheel
You must dream of higher things
There was a time not long ago
When we wore no bit or bridle
No spurs ould make us go
And we bore no heavy saddle
(Chorus)
In the tall grass I will die
When my grazing days are over
Somewhere far away from here
Where my bones will lie forever
(Chorus)
In the meantime I will run
All the hills of my fathers
High above the world of man
Mane and tail fly like feathers
(Chorus)
To no man I am in debt
As I take my meal of grasses
And I proudly raise my head
Feel the wind as it passes
The snow time is the hardest time of all
I've witnessed many other horses fall
We band gether struggling for the heat
And we barely find the strength to keep our feet
(Chorus)
In the spring a little foal
Finds his legs in the clover
And I know down in my soul
We'll go on like this forever
(Chorus)
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