Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Old Homestead, artist - Neil Young. Album song Neil Young Archives Vol. II (1972 - 1976), in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 24.11.2020
Record label: Reprise, The Other Shoe
Song language: English
The Old Homestead |
Up and down the old homestead |
The naked rider gallops |
through his head |
And although the moon isn’t full |
He still feels the pull. |
Out on the floor |
where the cowboys dance |
Approaching slowly at a glance |
Here comes the shadow of his stance |
The reins are fallin' |
from his hands. |
Why do you ride that crazy horse? |
Inquires the shadow |
with little remorse |
Just then a priest |
comes down the stairs |
With a sack of dreams |
and old nightmares. |
Who are you, the rider says |
You dress in black |
but you talk like a Fed |
You spout ideas |
from books that you read |
Don’t you care about |
this guy’s head? |
Just then the sound |
of hoofbeats was heard |
And the sky was darkened |
by a prehistoric bird |
Who flew between |
the unfulfilled moon |
And the naked rider, |
to a telephone booth. |
We’ll call the moon |
and see what’s up |
I’ve got some change |
in this little tin cup |
We’ll say that |
the shadow is growin' dim |
And we need some light |
to get back to him |
Just one call should do it all |
I’ll carve this number on the wall |
With my beak. |
Flying feathers were all around |
The air was filled |
with a ringing sound. |
Two more birds, |
the second and the third |
Came down from the sky |
to deliver the word. |
Where have you been, |
they said to the first |
Get back to the clouds, |
we’re dying of thirst |
There’s not enough time |
to make that call |
Let’s ditch this rider, |
shadow and all. |
The sky was filled |
with the beautiful birds |
Still on the ground |
some crying was heard |
With his dime in his hand |
and his hand on the dial |
His ears were sweating |
as he forced a smile. |
Hoofbeats beating across the range |
He rode through the night |
with his cup of change |
Tired and beaten |
he fell into slumber |
But up in the sky |
they still had his number. |
Up and down the old homestead |
The naked rider gallops |
through his head |
And although the moon isn’t full |
He still feels the pull, |
Still feels the pull. |