Jethro Tull - Acres Wild lyrics

I'll make love to you<br>In all good places<br>Under black mountains<br>In open spaces.<br>By deep brown rivers<br>That slither darkly<br>Through far marches<br>Where the blue hare races.<br><br>Come with me to the winged isle ---<br>Northern father's western child.<br>Where the dance of ages is playing still<br>Through far marches of acres wild.<br><br>I'll make love to you<br>In narrow side streets<br>With shuttered windows,<br>Crumbling chimneys.<br><br>Come with me to the weary town ---<br>Discos silent under tiles<br>That slide from roof-tops, scatter softly<br>On concrete marches of acres wild.<br><br>By red bricks pointed<br>With cement fingers<br>Flaking damply from sagging shoulders.<br><br>Come with me to the winged isle ---<br>Northern father's western child.<br>Where the dance of ages is playing still<br>Through far marches of acres wild.