This song is written for the double strung harps. The contemplative melody takes you on a journey back in time, conjuring up precious memories of the good old days. Perhaps it reminds you of an old friend or loved ones you have not seen in a while, or maybe it takes you back to our childhood days when we were so carefree and innocent, or perhaps a picture of an old pet comes to mind. The song is composed in the key of C with no lever changes required.

An original composition
In dorian mode. Very much in folk song style
Inspired by animal welfare
Lovely arrangement. Quite easy.
Has impovised section in middle
The original lyrics are:

The Horse of Beckmann?s Mill



Pray, have you seen that chestnut foal o'er there uponthe hill?

The finest foal you've ever seen was born at Beckmann'sMill.

They let her play within her yard, tie ribbons in hermane,

They train her to the grinding stone that crushes up thegrain.

Now many times I've thought about that foal at Beckmann'sMill,

And many times I've wondered how that man can do so ill.

They use you up, they throw you out and turn their backsin scorn.

All because by chance it came to be the place where youwere born.





Pray, have you seen that chestnut filly o'er there besidethe hill?

The finest filly you're ever seen was worked at Beckmann'sMill.

They drive her from the morning sun until it's very late,

They thrash her hard to pull the wheel that's bonded toher fate.

Now many times I've passed her by and oft I've turned myface.

Yet many times I've wondered what if I were in her place.

They take advantage of the young and those without avoice.

And it seems to me that nowhere did she really have achoice.





Pray, have you seen that chestnut mare o'er there underthe hill?

The finest mare you've ever seen has died at Beckmann'sMill.

One day she fell upon her kness, the man he brought hisknife.

The tread mill won the battle, and the miller took herlife.

Now many times I've thought about the mare at Beckman'sMill,

And many times I've wondered how that man can do so ill.

They use you up, they throw you out and train anotherfoal,

Yet every death they cause will leave a stain upon theirsoul.