Текст песни Jethro Tull -  Somethings on The Move   
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She wore a black tiaraRare gems upon her fingersAnd she came from distant watersWhere northern lights explodeTo celebrate the dawningOf the new wastes of winterGathering royal momentumOn the icy road.With chill mists swirlingLike petticoats in motionSighted on horizonsFor ten thousand yearsThe lady of the ice soundsA deathly distant rumbleTo titanic-breaking children lostIn melting crystal tears.Capturing black piecesIn a glass-fronted museumThe white queen rollsOn the chessboard of the dawnSqueezing through the valleysPausing briefly in the corriesThe ice-mother matesAnd a new age is born.Driving all before herUn-stoppable, un-strainingHer cold creaking massFollows reindeer down.Thin spreading fingers seekTo embrace the sill-warm bundlesThat huddle on the doorstepsOf a white london town.Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from hereIm a needle on a spiral in a groove.And the turntable spinsAs the last waltz beginsAnd the weather-man saysSomethings on the move.