JETHRO TULL - Acres Wild Lyrics

I'll make love to youIn all good placesUnder black mountainsIn open spaces.By deep brown riversThat slither darklyThrough far marchesWhere the blue hare races.Come with me to the winged isle ---Northern father's western child.Where the dance of ages is playing stillThrough far marches of acres wild.I'll make love to youIn narrow side streetsWith shuttered windows,Crumbling chimneys.Come with me to the weary town ---Discos silent under tilesThat slide from roof-tops, scatter softlyOn concrete marches of acres wild.By red bricks pointedWith cement fingersFlaking damply from sagging shoulders.Come with me to the winged isle ---Northern father's western child.Where the dance of ages is playing stillThrough far marches of acres wild.
 

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