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Mountain Men

アーティスト:Jethro Tull  アルバム:Crest Of A Knave  作詞:ANDERSON IAN SCOTT  作曲:ANDERSON IAN SCOTT 

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The poacher and his daughter throw soft shadows on the water in the night. A thin moon slips behind them as they pull the net with no betraying light. And later on the coast road, I meet them and the old man winks a smile. And who am I to fast deny the right to take a fish once in a while? I walk with them, they wish me luck when I ship out on the Sunday from the kyle. And from the church I hear them singing as the ship moves sadly from the pier. Oh, poacher's daughter, Sunday best, two hundred brave souls share the farewell tear. There's a house on the hillside, where the drifting sands are born. Lay down and let the slow tide wash me back to the land where I came from. Where the mountain men are kings and the sound of the piper counts for everything. Did my tour, did my duty. I did all they asked of me. Died in the trenches and at El Alamein ...died in the Falklands on T.V. Going back to the mountain kings where the sound of the piper counts for everything. Long generations from the Isles sent to tread the foreign miles


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