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Jethro Tull Broadsword

From early days of infancy, through trembling years of youth Long murky middle age and final hours long in the tooth Here's the hundred names of terror

Along the coast road, by the headland The early lights of winter glow I'll pour a cup to you, my darling And raise it up, say, "Cheerio"

Shout if you will, but that just won't do I, for one, would rather follow softer options I'll take the easy line, another sip of wine And if I ignore

Take you away for my magic ship I have two hundred diesel horses thundering loud Sea birds call your name and the mountain's on fire As the summer lightning

I sit by the cutting on the beacons field line He's watching me, watching the trains go by Ooh, and they move so fast boy, they really fly He's still

I see a dark sail on the horizon set under a black cloud that hides the sun. Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding. Bring me my cross of gold

: I see a dark sail on the horizon set under a black cloud that hides the sun. Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding. Bring me my cross of

: I see a dark sail on the horizon set under a black cloud that hides the sun. Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding. Bring me my cross of

: From early days of infancy, through trembling years of youth, long murky middle-age and final hours long in the tooth, he's the hundred names of