ethro Tull: Something's On The Move 
Chords: Håkan Mattsson 

Intro: 
Bm D 
Bm E D 

     Am           C 
She wore a black tiara 
      Am            D  C 
rare gems upon her fingers 
         Am                C 
and she came from distant waters 
       C                  G 
where northern lights explode 
    Am            C 
to celebrate the dawning 
        Am            D  C 
of the new wastes of winter 
 Am              F 
gathering royal momentum 
C      D    E      F G Am 
on the icy road. 
  

With chill mists swirling 
like petticoats in motion 
sighted on horizons 
for ten thousand years 
the lady of the ice sounds 
a deathly distant rumble 
to Titanic-breaking children lost 
in melting crystal tears. 

G                 A            Bm 
Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here 
       G            A           Bm 
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove. 
         G          A 
And the turntable spins 
          D           E 
as the last waltz begins 
         G 
And the weather-man says 
 A                  Bm   D Bm E D 
something's on the move. 
  

Capturing black pieces 
in a glass-fronted museum 
the white queen rolls 
on the chessboard of the dawn 
squeezing through the valleys 
pausing briefly in the corries 
the Ice-Mother mates 
and a new age is born. 

Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here 
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove. 
And the turntable spins 
as the last waltz begins 
And the weather-man says 
something's on the move. 

Driving all before her 
un-stoppable, un-straining 
her cold creaking mass 
follows reindeer down. 
Thin spreading fingers seek 
to embrace the sill-warm bundles 
that huddle on the doorsteps 
of a white London Town. 

Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here 
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove. 
And the turntable spins 
as the last waltz begins 
And the weather-man says 
something's on the move. 

She wore a black tiara 
are gems upon her fingers 
and she came from distant waters 
where northern lights explode 
to celebrate the dawning 
of the new wastes of winter 
gathering royal momentum 
on the icy road. 

Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here 
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove. 
And the turntable spins 
as the last waltz begins 
And the weather-man says 
something's on the move.