Interpret:

Jethro Tull

Album:

Broadsword and the Beast

Cold aeroplanes, slow boats, warm trains 
remind me of Jack-A-Lynn. 
Lush hotels and pretty girls 
won't cheer the misty mood I'm in. 
Silly, sad, I've never had to write this before, 
oh, Jack-A-Lynn. 


Funny how long nights allow 
thoughts of Jack-A-Lynn. 
When phantoms tread around my bed 
to offer restless dreams they bring. 
And it's just the time and place to find 
a sad song to play for Jack-A-Lynn. 


Magpies that shriek, old boots that leak 
call me to Jack-A-Lynn. 
Coal-black cats in policeman's hats 
nosing where the mice have been. 
And the long miaow's beginning now 
and I'm far, far from home and Jack-A-Lynn. 
Jack, Jack-A-Lynn 
Jack, Jack-A-Lynn 
Jack, Jack-A-Lynn 
Jack, Jack-A-Lynn