Interpret:

Jethro Tull

Album:

Heavy Horses

I'll make love to you in all good places - 
Under black mountains, in open spaces. 
By deep brown rivers that slither darkly, 
Through far marches where the blue hare races. 


Come with me to the Winged Isle - 
Northern father's western child. 
Where the dance of ages is playing still 
Through far marches of acres wild. 


I'll make love to you in narrow side streets, 
With shuttered windows, and crumbling chimneys. 


Come with me to the weary town - 
Discos silent under tiles 
That slide from roof-tops, scatter softly 
On concrete marches of acres wild. 


By red bricks pointed with cement fingers 
Flaking damply from sagging shoulders. 


Come with me to the Winged Isle - 
Northern father's western child. 
Where the dance of ages is playing still 
Through far marches of acres wild