Tytuł: Orion

• Wykonawca: Jethro Tull
• Wyświetleń: 234

Orion, won't you give me your star sign
  Orion, get up on the sky-line
  I'm high on my hill and I feel fine
  Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine
  
  Orion, light your lights:
  come guard the open spaces
  from the black horizon to the pillow where I lie.
  Your faithful dog shines brighter than its lord and master
  Your jewelled sword twinkles as the world rolls by.
  So come up singing above the cloudy cover
  Stare through at people who toss fitful in their sleep.
  I know you're watching as the old gent by the station
  scuffs his toes on old fag packets lying in the street
  And silver shadows flick across the closing bistro.
  Sweet waiters link their arms and patter down the street,
  their words lost blowing on cold winds in darkest Chelsea.
  Prime years fly fading with each young heart's beat
  
  Orion, won't you make me a star sign
  Orion, get up on the sky-line
  I'm high on your love and I feel fine
  Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine
  
  And young girls shiver as they wait by lonely bus-stops
  after sad parties: no-one to take them home
  to greasy bed-sitters and make a late-night play
  for lost virginity a thousand miles away.