Old Ghosts lyrics
Song information
Artist: Jethro Tull Album: Stormwatch
Lyrics
Hair stands high on the cat's back like A ridge of threatening hills Sheepdogs howl, make tracks and growl --- Their tails hanging low And young children falter in their games At the altar of life's hide-and-seek Between tall pillars, where sunday-night killers In grey raincoats peek Misty colours unfold a backcloth cold --- Fine tapestry of silk I draw around me like a cloak And soundless glide a-drifting On eddies whirled in beech leaves furled --- Brown and gold they fly In the warm mesh of sunlight Sifting now from a cloudless sky
I'll be coming again like an old dog in pain Blown through the eye of the hurricane Down to the stones where old ghosts play
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
"Stormwatch" album track list
|