Текст песни Jethro Tull - Another Christmas Song
Jethro Tull - Another Christmas Song слова песни
Hope everybody`s ringing on their own bell, this fine morning.
Hope everyone`s connected to that long distance phone.
Old man, he`s a mountain.
Old man, he`s an island.
Old man, he`s a-walking says
``I`m going to call, call all my children home.``
Hope everybody`s dancing to their own drum this fine morning ---
the beat of distant Africa or a Polish factory town.
Old man, he`s calling for his supper.
Calling for his whisky.
Calling for his sons and daughters, yeah ---
calling all his children round.
Sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming.
Mist blowing round some headland, somewhere in your memory.
Everyone is from somewhere ---
even if you`ve never been there.
So take a minute to remember the part of you
that might be the old man calling me.
How many wars you`re fighting out there, this winter`s morning?
Maybe it`s always time for another Christmas song.
Old man he`s asleep now.
Got appointments to keep now.
Dreaming of his sons and daughters, and proving ---
proving that the blood is strong.