Interpret:

Jethro Tull

Album:

Storm Watch

Orion, won't you give me your star sign 
Orion, get up on the sky-line 
I'm high on my hill and I feel fine 
Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine 


Orion, light your lights: 
come guard the open spaces 
from the black horizon to the pillow where I lie. 
Your faithful dog shines brighter than its lord and master 
Your jewelled sword twinkles as the world rolls by. 
So come up singing above the cloudy cover 
Stare through at people who toss fitful in their sleep. 
I know you're watching as the old gent by the station 
scuffs his toes on old fag packets lying in the street 
And silver shadows flick across the closing bistro. 
Sweet waiters link their arms and patter down the street, 
their words lost blowing on cold winds in darkest Chelsea. 
Prime years fly fading with each young heart's beat 


Orion, won't you make me a star sign 
Orion, get up on the sky-line 
I'm high on your love and I feel fine 
Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine 


And young girls shiver as they wait by lonely bus-stops 
after sad parties: no-one to take them home 
to greasy bed-sitters and make a late-night play 
for lost virginity a thousand miles away.