Three Mules Lyrics

Song	Three Mules
Artist	Al Stewart
Album	Between The Wars
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	作词 : Stewart
	Three mules came over a hill
	They were dragging a cart
	Creaking, it seemed to be falling apart
	Laden with millions of dreams
	It weighed more than they thought
	They never noticed the wheels getting caught
	They pulled on, staring ahead
	With blinkered eyes and lowered heads
	Hoping that all would be fine
	I see them now
	Time out of time
	Ramsey and
	Stanley and
	Neville Were the names of the mules
	Each wore a bridle encrusted with jewels
	And though a murmur of voices
	Was rising behind
	Each laboured on
	And they paid it no mind
	They pulled on with never a doubt
	Past boulders and holes
	Till the road petered out
	And giving a snort they sat down
	Waiting for somebody else to come round
	And from this are our lives writ large
	From the beach at
	Dunkirk To
	Pickett's
	Charge And it's hard to go back after coming this far
	Down the road
	Three mules looked over a fence
	At the field beyond
	Green as a forest it shone in the sun
	Into the stillness they broke
	Like a stone in a pond
	And kicking the gate down
	They brayed at the ground
	And pulled on tugging a dream
	Out of a smile and into a scream
	And tossed the damp soil all around
	Until the whole field turned muddy brown
	And from this are our lives writ large
	From the beach at
	Dunkirk To
	Pickett's
	Charge And it's hard to go back after coming this far
	Down the road
	Ah, but it's not very easy now being a mule
	I don't believe you appreciate all that we do
	Look at this long and unfortunate face
	Try to imagine that you're in my place
	This is my nature
	And to it
	I have to be true
	Three mules came over a hill
	With a sorrowful air
	Though we've been judged, they said
	It's hardly fair
	All that we did was for you
	And the good of the cause
	Then they went back to the sound of applause
	They went back into the night
	Where a sickle of moon
	Left a trickle of light
	And while we lay under our roofs
	The whole night filled up
	With the beating of hooves
	And from this are our lives writ large
	From the beach at
	Dunkirk To
	Pickett's
	Charge And it's hard to go back after coming this far
	Down the road
	And from this are our lives writ large
	And every day
	Is Pickett's
	Charge And it's hard to go back after coming this far
	Down the road

	zuo ci : Stewart
	Three mules came over a hill
	They were dragging a cart
	Creaking, it seemed to be falling apart
	Laden with millions of dreams
	It weighed more than they thought
	They never noticed the wheels getting caught
	They pulled on, staring ahead
	With blinkered eyes and lowered heads
	Hoping that all would be fine
	I see them now
	Time out of time
	Ramsey and
	Stanley and
	Neville Were the names of the mules
	Each wore a bridle encrusted with jewels
	And though a murmur of voices
	Was rising behind
	Each laboured on
	And they paid it no mind
	They pulled on with never a doubt
	Past boulders and holes
	Till the road petered out
	And giving a snort they sat down
	Waiting for somebody else to come round
	And from this are our lives writ large
	From the beach at
	Dunkirk To
	Pickett' s
	Charge And it' s hard to go back after coming this far
	Down the road
	Three mules looked over a fence
	At the field beyond
	Green as a forest it shone in the sun
	Into the stillness they broke
	Like a stone in a pond
	And kicking the gate down
	They brayed at the ground
	And pulled on tugging a dream
	Out of a smile and into a scream
	And tossed the damp soil all around
	Until the whole field turned muddy brown
	And from this are our lives writ large
	From the beach at
	Dunkirk To
	Pickett' s
	Charge And it' s hard to go back after coming this far
	Down the road
	Ah, but it' s not very easy now being a mule
	I don' t believe you appreciate all that we do
	Look at this long and unfortunate face
	Try to imagine that you' re in my place
	This is my nature
	And to it
	I have to be true
	Three mules came over a hill
	With a sorrowful air
	Though we' ve been judged, they said
	It' s hardly fair
	All that we did was for you
	And the good of the cause
	Then they went back to the sound of applause
	They went back into the night
	Where a sickle of moon
	Left a trickle of light
	And while we lay under our roofs
	The whole night filled up
	With the beating of hooves
	And from this are our lives writ large
	From the beach at
	Dunkirk To
	Pickett' s
	Charge And it' s hard to go back after coming this far
	Down the road
	And from this are our lives writ large
	And every day
	Is Pickett' s
	Charge And it' s hard to go back after coming this far
	Down the road

	zuò cí : Stewart
	Three mules came over a hill
	They were dragging a cart
	Creaking, it seemed to be falling apart
	Laden with millions of dreams
	It weighed more than they thought
	They never noticed the wheels getting caught
	They pulled on, staring ahead
	With blinkered eyes and lowered heads
	Hoping that all would be fine
	I see them now
	Time out of time
	Ramsey and
	Stanley and
	Neville Were the names of the mules
	Each wore a bridle encrusted with jewels
	And though a murmur of voices
	Was rising behind
	Each laboured on
	And they paid it no mind
	They pulled on with never a doubt
	Past boulders and holes
	Till the road petered out
	And giving a snort they sat down
	Waiting for somebody else to come round
	And from this are our lives writ large
	From the beach at
	Dunkirk To
	Pickett' s
	Charge And it' s hard to go back after coming this far
	Down the road
	Three mules looked over a fence
	At the field beyond
	Green as a forest it shone in the sun
	Into the stillness they broke
	Like a stone in a pond
	And kicking the gate down
	They brayed at the ground
	And pulled on tugging a dream
	Out of a smile and into a scream
	And tossed the damp soil all around
	Until the whole field turned muddy brown
	And from this are our lives writ large
	From the beach at
	Dunkirk To
	Pickett' s
	Charge And it' s hard to go back after coming this far
	Down the road
	Ah, but it' s not very easy now being a mule
	I don' t believe you appreciate all that we do
	Look at this long and unfortunate face
	Try to imagine that you' re in my place
	This is my nature
	And to it
	I have to be true
	Three mules came over a hill
	With a sorrowful air
	Though we' ve been judged, they said
	It' s hardly fair
	All that we did was for you
	And the good of the cause
	Then they went back to the sound of applause
	They went back into the night
	Where a sickle of moon
	Left a trickle of light
	And while we lay under our roofs
	The whole night filled up
	With the beating of hooves
	And from this are our lives writ large
	From the beach at
	Dunkirk To
	Pickett' s
	Charge And it' s hard to go back after coming this far
	Down the road
	And from this are our lives writ large
	And every day
	Is Pickett' s
	Charge And it' s hard to go back after coming this far
	Down the road

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