Reliving Jethro Tull

I believe in Fires at midnight when the dogs have all been fed, a golden toddy on the mantle, a broken gun beneath the bed… me I’ll sit and write this love song as I all to seldom do, build a little fire at midnight, it’s good to be back home with you.

I’ll buy you 6 Bay Mares to put in your stable, 6 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…. so come on I’m the Whistler, I have a fife and I’ve come to play, get ready, look for the Whistler, I Whistle Along on the 7th Day… all kinds of sadness I’ve left behind me, many’s the day when I have done wrong, but I’ll be yours forever and ever, climb in the saddle and Whistle Along, Whistle Along on the 7th Day…. the red Summer Sun sets in mystical places, black are the nights of Summer Days end… we’ll find the speck of Truth in each riddle, hold the first grain of love in our hands….So come on get ready, look for the Whistler.

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