Hair stands high on the cat's back like
a ridge of threatening hills.
Sheepdogs howl, make tracks and growl ---
their tails hanging low.
And young children falter in their games
at the altar of life's hide-and-seek
between tall pillars, where Sunday-night killers
in grey raincoats peek.
Misty colours unfold a backcloth cold ---
fine tapestry of silk
I draw around me like a cloak
and soundless glide a-drifting
on eddies whirled in beech leaves furled ---
brown and gold they fly
in the warm mesh of sunlight
sifting now from a cloudless sky.
I'll be coming again like an old dog in pain
Blown through the eye of the hurricane
Down to the stones where old ghosts play.
Love Story
Autor: Jethro Tull
Album: Living in the Past
Sealion II
Autor: Jethro Tull
Album: Nightcap (2 cd)
Mayhem Maybe
Autor: Jethro Tull
Album: Broadsword and the Beast
Home
Autor: Jethro Tull
Album: Storm Watch
Left Right
Autor: Jethro Tull
Album: Nightcap CD 1
Nursie
Autor: Jethro Tull
Album: A Little Light Music - ...
Under wraps
Autor: Jethro Tull
Album: A Little Light Music - ...
Heat
Autor: Jethro Tull
Album: Under Wraps