Trouble Among The Horses
Days are long and they keep getting longer
- the season and the mood
I've got a lot of things to do,
God knows I try hard to
Wonder how long it has been since I last
Danced and cruised the floors
No, that's right, it was last New Year's
It seems so long ago
The horses are kicking,
I guess they can smell
The change on the grange
But Spring won't be long now
And then I will let them out
They'll be fine
I've had a lot of time to think,
But I hardly ever do
I have no real use for thoughts -
I save them all for you
The next time that I see the mailman
I'll ask him where they've gone,
All those letters you have sent me
Perhaps he just forgot
The horses are kicking,
I guess they can smell
The change on the grange
But they will calm down
Just as soon as they see
The ground's Summer gown
The horses are kicking,
I guess they can smell
The change on the range
Autumn is chilly -
I think they could use your touch
Soon enough...
The horses are kicking,
I guess they can smell
The change on the grange
Winter means time to relax
But they roam out back
Near your shack
How 'bout that?
They think that
You won't be back
- the season and the mood
I've got a lot of things to do,
God knows I try hard to
Wonder how long it has been since I last
Danced and cruised the floors
No, that's right, it was last New Year's
It seems so long ago
The horses are kicking,
I guess they can smell
The change on the grange
But Spring won't be long now
And then I will let them out
They'll be fine
I've had a lot of time to think,
But I hardly ever do
I have no real use for thoughts -
I save them all for you
The next time that I see the mailman
I'll ask him where they've gone,
All those letters you have sent me
Perhaps he just forgot
The horses are kicking,
I guess they can smell
The change on the grange
But they will calm down
Just as soon as they see
The ground's Summer gown
The horses are kicking,
I guess they can smell
The change on the range
Autumn is chilly -
I think they could use your touch
Soon enough...
The horses are kicking,
I guess they can smell
The change on the grange
Winter means time to relax
But they roam out back
Near your shack
How 'bout that?
They think that
You won't be back
Credits
Writer(s): Gille Johan Olov
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