Текст песни JETHRO TULL - Another Christmas Song
JETHRO TULL - Another Christmas Song слова песни
Текст песни JETHRO TULL - Another Christmas Song
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-waking 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 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 youThat might be the old man calling me.