Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Three Mules (with Laurence Juber), artist - Al Stewart. Album song Between the Wars (With Laurence Juber), in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 07.05.1995
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Three Mules (with Laurence Juber) |
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 |