we bring you Beltane's flower For the May Day is the great day Sung along the old straight track And those who ancient lines did lay Will heed the song
One day I walked the roads and crossed a field to go By where the hounds ran hard And on the master raced behind the hunters chased To where the path
Kindled by the dying embers Of another working day Go upstairs, take off your makeup Fold your clothes neatly away Me, I'll sit and write this love song
you seen the 'Jack In The Green'? With his long tail hanging down He quietly sits under every tree In the folds of his velvet gown He drinks from the
There's a light in the house In the wood in the valley There's a thought in the head Of the man Who carries his dreams Like the coat slung on his shoulder
Now is the solstice of the year Winter is the glad song that you hear Seven maids move in seven time Have the lads up ready in a line Ring out these
kitchen prose and gutter rhymes Songs from the wood make you feel much better Songs from the wood make you feel much better Songs from the wood Songs from the wood
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
Walking on velvet green, Scot's pine growing Isn't it rare to be taking the air? Singin', walking on velvet green Walking on velvet green, distant cows
Let me bring you songs from the wood: to make you feel much better than you could know. Dust you down from tip to toe. Show you how the garden grows
Oversættelse: Jethro Tull. Sange fra træet.
: Let me bring you songs from the wood: to make you feel much better than you could know. Dust you down from tip to toe. Show you how the garden grows
