Jethro Tull:Acres Wild

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“Acres Wild”
Artist: Jethro Tull
Albums: Heavy Horses (1978)

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