Intro
Solo Chorus
Verse 1
Iron-Clad Feather-Feet Pounding The Dust
An October’s Day Towards Evening
Sweat Embossed Veins Standing Proud To The Plough
Salt On A Deep Chest Seasoning
Verse 2
Last Of The Line At An Honest Day’s Toil
Turning The Deep Sod Under
Flint At The Fetlock Chasing The Bone
Flies At The Nostrils Plunder
Verse 3
The Suffolk, The Clydesdale And The Percheron Vie
With The Shire On His Feathers Floating
Hauling Soft Timber Into The Dusk
To Bed On A Warm Straw Coating
Chorus
Heavy Horses, Move The Land Under Me
Behind The Plough Gliding, Slipping And Sliding Free
Now You’re Down To The Few And There’s No Work To Do
The Tractor Is On It’s Way
Verse 4
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
Verse 5
To Hide You From Eyes That Mock At Your Girth
And Your Eighteen Hands At The Shoulder
And One Day When The Oil Barons Have All Dripped Dry
And The Nights Are Seen To Draw Colder
Verse 6
They’ll Beg For Your Strength, Your Gentle Power
Your Noble Grace And Your Bearing
And You’ll Strain Once Again To The Sound Of The Gulls
In The Wake Of The Deep Plough, Sharing
Chorus
Heavy Horses, Move The Land Under Me
Behind The Plough Gliding, Slipping And Sliding Free
Now You’re Down To The Few And There’s No Work To Do
The Tractor Is On It’s Way
Transition
Violin solo
Verse 7
Standing Like Tanks On The Brow Of The Hill
Up Into The Cold Wind Facing
In Stiff Battle Harness, Chained To The World
Against The Low Sun Racing
Verse 8
Bring Me A Wheel Of Oaken Wood
A Rein Of Polished Leather
A Heavy Horse And A Tumbling Sky
Brewing Heavy Weather
Bridge 1
Bring A Song For The Evening, Clean Brass To Flash The Dawn
Across These Acres Glistening, Like Dew On A Carpet Lawn
In These Dark Towns Folk Lie Sleeping, The Heavy Horses Thunder By
To Wake The Dying City With The Living Horseman’s Cry
Transition
Guitar solo
Riff
(Simplified)
Bridge 2
Ye, At Once The Old Hands Quicken, Bring Pick And Wisp And Curry Comb
Thrill To The Sound Of All The Heavy Horses Coming Home
Verse 1
Iron-Clad Feather-Feet Pounding The Dust
An October’s Day Towards Evening
Sweat Embossed Veins Standing Proud To The Plough
Salt On A Deep Chest Seasoning
Verse 8
Bring Me A Wheel Of Oaken Wood
A Rein Of Polished Leather
A Heavy Horse And A Tumbling Sky
Brewing Heavy Weather
Chorus
Heavy Horses, Move The Land Under Me
Behind The Plough Gliding, Slipping And Sliding Free
Now You’re Down To The Few And There’s No Work To Do
The Tractor Is On It’s Way 3X + Fade Out
