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 with you
in the narrow side streets
with shuttered windows,
crumbling chimneys
By red bricks pointed
with cement fingers
Flaking damply from sagging shouders.
Come with me to the weary town
Discos silent under tiles
that slide from roof-tops, scattersoftly
on concrete marches of Acres Wild.
compositores: IAN ANDERSON
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