Mountain Men

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Jethro Tull

Jethro Tull are a British progressive rock group formed in Luton, Bedfordshire, in December 1967. Their music is characterised by the vocals, acoustic guitar, and flute playing of Ian Anderson, who has led the band since its founding, and the guitar work of Martin Barre, who has been with the band since 1969, after he replaced original guitarist Mick Abrahams. more »

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1987

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The poacher and his daughter throw soft shadows on the water in the night.
A thin moon slips behind them as they pull the net with no betraying light.
And later on the coast road, I meet them and the old man winks a smile.
And who am I to fast deny the right to take a fish once in a while?
I walk with them, they wish me luck when I ship out on the Sunday from the Kyle.
And from the church I hear them singing as the ship moves sadly from the pier.
Oh, poacher's daughter, Sunday best, two hundred brave souls share the farewell tear.
There's a house on the hillside, where the drifting sands are born.

Lay down and let the slow tide wash me back to the land where I came from.
Where the mountain men are kings and the sound of the piper counts for everything.
Did my tour, did my duty. 
I did all they asked of me.
Died in the trenches and at Alamein died in the Falklands on T.V.
Going back to the mountain kings where the sound of the piper counts for everything.

Long generations from the Isles
Sent to tread the foreign miles
Where the spiral ages meet.
Felt naked dust beneath their feet.
Future sun called winds to blow
And the past and present hard-eyed crow
Flew hunting high and circling low over blackened plains of Eden.

There's a child and a woman praying for an end to the mystery.
Hoping for a word in a letter fair wind-blown from across the sea
To where the mountain men are kings and the sound of the piper counts for everything.
There's a house on the hillside, where the drifting sands are born.

Lay down and let the slow tide wash me back to the land where I came from.
Where the mountain men are kings and the sound of the piper counts for everything.
Where the real mountain men are kings
And the sound of the piper counts for everything.

Feel the naked dust beneath my toes
While the future sun calls winds to blow
And the past and present black-eyed crow
Flies hunting high and circling low
Between dream mountains of our Eden.

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