My mind is young, my body lean
I live in Petrograd, the year is 1917
I see the horses in the street
I hear the sound of running feet
I see the torches burning bright
Marching out into the night
I turn my horse towards the sun
They say the movement has begun
When every man shall own his share;
An end to sorrow and despair
And now they say the Tsar has gone
I turn my horse towards the sun
Though I am tired, I must ride on
To find the peace I know I want
The Caucasus and the Ukraine -
Across the land and back again -
Then down the seaboard we will ride
Unopposed and undefied
We turned our horses to the sun
They say the movement has begun
When every man shall own his share;
An end to sorrow and despair
And now they say the Tzar has gone
We turned our horses to the sun
And the dancers danced, balalaikas played
As the people watched the grand parade;
And as the peasants watched, they knew
What the community could do
When they saw what had been won
And what the Soviet had done
They turned their horses to the sun
They say the movement has begun
When every man shall own his share;
An end to sorrow and despair
And now they say the Tzar has gone
They turned their horses to the sun
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