Jack-In-The-Green Jethro Tull

Jack-In-The-Green Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green? With his long tail hanging down. He quietly sits under every tree in the folds of his velvet gown.

Jack in the Green Jethro Tull

Have you seen Jack In The Green With his long tail hanging down He sits quietly under every tree in the folds of his velvet gown He drinks from the empty acorn cup the dew that dawn sweetly bestows

Jack A Lynn Jethro Tull

Cold aeroplanes, slow boats, warm trains remind me of Jack-A-Lynn. Lush hotels and pretty girls won't cheer the misty mood I'm in.

Velvet Green Jethro Tull

Velvet Green Walking on velvet green. Scots pine growing. Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing. Walking on velvet green. Walking on velvet green. Distant cows lowing.

Jack Frost And The Hooded Crow Jethro Tull

Jack Frost And The Hooded Crow Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or snow, while you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go.

Made In England Jethro Tull

He grew up through the schools and factories, Brunel's tunnels and bridges bold. Grey towers built high on that Kingdom with apartments still unsold. Somewhere in a town in England.

Cross Eyed Mary Jethro Tull

Who would be a poor man a beggarman, a thief if he had a rich man in his hand And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth if he could take it from the money man Cross eyed Mary goes

Thinking Round Corners Jethro Tull

Thinking Round Corners All of you sit up in bed. Don't think in straight lines ahead. Can't sleep? Head spin? Don't think in circles, it'll do you in.

Flyingdale Flyer Jethro Tull

flyer you're only half way there Green screen liar for a second or so we were runningscared <Interldue> On late shift, feeling drowsy eyes glued to the display Dead cert alert lit match

Montserrat Jethro Tull

Montserrat Fires on the mountain, and the dogs bark. Crash of the ocean swelling: crickets in the dark. And the temperature is rising. The village gets no sleep.

Cross-Eyed Mary Jethro Tull

Who would be a poor man a beggarman, a thief if he had a rich man in his hand And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth if he could take it from the money man Cross-eyed Mary goes

Cross-Eyed Mary (Palais Des Sports, Paris, 5th July 1975) Jethro Tull

Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief if he had a rich man in his hand And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth if he could take it from the money man Cross eyed Mary goes jumping

Hot Mango Flush Jethro Tull

The crowd moves like a flock of starlings: they switch direction as one. Jive on the jukebox - Jack and Joker split the night air with whoop and holler.

Fylingdale Flyer Jethro Tull

Fylingdale Flyer Through clear skies tracking lightly from far down the line No fanfare, just a blip on the screen.

Heat Jethro Tull

Heat When the rats are running and the boys are gunning for heads on a tin plate you can hear the footfall softly in the back yard. And the black jack is called face up on the last card.

Rocks On The Road Jethro Tull

Rocks On The Road There's a black cat down on the quayside. Ship's lights, green eyes glowing in the dark. Two young cops handing out a beating: know how to hurt and leave no mark.

Uniform Jethro Tull

Uniform See black, see yellow with little notebooks drawn, See grey stripes bowling down the street.

From A Dead Beat To An Old Greaser Jethro Tull

You won't remember the long nights; coffee bars; black tights and white thighs in shop windows where blonde assistants fully-fashioned a world made of dummies (with no mummies or daddies to reject them

Jump Start Jethro Tull

Jump Start In the dark of the city backwoods, something stirs then slips away. Law and order in darkest Knightsbridge. Crime and punishment at play. Hey, Mr. Policeman won't you come on over.

And The Mouse Police Never Sleeps Jethro Tull

And The Mouse Police Never Sleeps Muscled, black with steel-green eye swishing through the rye grass with thoughts of mouse-and-apple pie. Tail balancing at half-mast.

Journeyman Jethro Tull

Orange beams divide the darkness Rumbling fit to turn the waking worm. Sliding through Victorian tunnels where green moss oozes from the pores.

Bad-Eyed 'n' Loveless Jethro Tull

Yes'n she's bad eyed and she's loveless A young man's fancy and an old man's dream I'm self raising and I flower in her company Give me no sugar without her cream She's a warm fart at Christmas

Dark Ages Jethro Tull

Dark Ages Darlings are you ready for the long winter's fall? Said the lady in her parlor said the butler in the hall. Is there time for another? Cried the drunkard in his sleep.

Baker St. Muse - Baker St. Muse Jethro Tull

Windy bus stop Click Shop window Heel Shady gentleman Fly button Feel In the underpass, the blind man stands With cold flute hands Symphony match seller, breath out of time You can call me on another line

Bungle In The Jungle (Palais Des Sports, Paris, 5th July 1975) Jethro Tull

Walking through forests of palm tree apartments scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents down by the waterhole drunk every Friday eating their nuts saving their raisins for Sunday Lions and tigers

THE END Jethro Tull

THE END The Foot Of Our Stairs* We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door, eat in the corner, talk to the floor, cheating the spiders who come to say "Please'', (politely).

Mother Goose Jethro Tull

And a foreign student said to me was it really true there are elephants and lions too in Piccadilly Circus? Walked down by the bathing pond to try and catch some sun.

General Crossing Jethro Tull

Rough wheels meshing button out, button in. The tall General will mine a few bridges tonight, stroking soft machinery.

It All Trickles Down Jethro Tull

I might not be responsible for the things that I might do. My tanks are full and my dogs are loose. Bees in my bonnet. Stew in juice.

Journey Man Jethro Tull

Sliding through Victorian tunnels where green moss oozes from the pores. Dull echoes from the wet embankments Battlefield allotments. Fresh open sores.

Bungle In The Jungle Jethro Tull

Bungle in the Jungle JETHRO TULL Walking through forests of palm tree apartments --- scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents down by the waterhole --- drunk every Friday --- eating their

The Habanero Reel Jethro Tull

The Habanero Reel Cool in the corner, tom cat sitting on the edge of the yard; sand-flies flitting. Orange order in a field of green. Smothers me to smithereens.

SILVER RIVER TURNING Jethro Tull

Where I crawled barefoot with a fishing pole to the rock that overlooked that steelhead hole but it's true--silver river turning blue. It was a small town in a smaller world.

Said She Was A Dancer Jethro Tull

Next to the bar we hit the samovar. She almost slipped right through my fingers. It was snowing outside and in her soul. Well, maybe you're a dancer, and maybe I'm the King of Old Siam.

Bad-Eyed And Loveless Jethro Tull

I'm self raising and I flower in her company. Give me no sugar without her cream. She's a warm fart at Christmas. She's a breath of champagne on sparkling night.

Cup of Wonder Jethro Tull

Pass the word and pass the lady, pass the plate to all who hunger. Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the cup of crimson wonder.

Look At The Animals Jethro Tull

Look At The Animals The tiny ant leaves his tiny ant drops in the sand, And makes his home inside a rusty watering can, Occasionally going out to look for bread and jam.

BROADFORD BAZAAR Jethro Tull

Vivas, Cortinas, weaving in their wake. With hot, red-faced drivers, horns flattened, fists whaling, Putting trust in blind corners as they overtake.

Coronach Jethro Tull

Coronach (Words and music by David Palmer) Grey the mist cold the dawn; cruel the sea and stern the shore. Brave the man who sets his course For Albion.

Baker Street Muse Jethro Tull

Coke and Bacardi colours them green. From the typing pool goes the mini-skirted princess with great finesse.

Baker St. Muse:Pig-Me And The... Jethro Tull

Coke and Bacardi colours them green. From the typing pool goes the mini-skirted princess with great finesse.

The Clasp Jethro Tull

The Clasp We travellers on the endless wastes in single orbits, gliding cold-eyed march towards the dawn behind hard-weather hoods a-hiding.

Stuck In The August Rain Jethro Tull

Stuck In The August Rain Brings Jasmine tea on a painted tray and bends to kiss my frown away. But I'm still still stuck in the August rain; stuck out in the cloudburst once again.

Dogs In The Midwinter Jethro Tull

Let the breath from the mountain still the pain, clear water from the fountain run sweeter than the rain. Dogs in the midwinter. Dogs in the midwinter.

The Whistler Jethro Tull

The Whistler I'll buy you six bay mares to put in your stable six golden apples bought with my pay. I am the first piper who calls the sweet tune, but I must be gone by the seventh day.

No Rehearsal Jethro Tull

There's one seat in the circle, five hundred million in the stalls.

Toad In The Hole Jethro Tull

Toad In The Hole (The back door's open.) I walk along the Strand to catch the late ride home. Shuttle through the evening gloom knowing I forgot to phone. The back door's open.

Light the sun Jethro Tull

Light the sun. Light the sun. Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun. Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.

Pibroch (Cap in Hand) Jethro Tull

Pibroch (Cap in Hand) There's a light in the house in the wood in the valley. There's a thought in the head of the man.

Crossfire Jethro Tull

Caught in the crossfire on Princes Gate Avenue In go the windows and out go the lights. Call me a doctor. Fetch me a policeman.