Jethro Tull - Acres Wild

# #Acres Wild # wild. REST THE SAME I'll make love to you in narrow side streets with shuttered windows, crumbling chimneys. Come with me to the weary town --- discos silent under tiles that slide from roof-tops, scatter softly on concrete marches of acres wild. By red bricks pointed with cement fingers Flaking damply from sagging shoulders. Come with me to the Winged Isle --- northern father's western child. Where the dance of ages is playing still through far marches of (chordiearchive.chordie.com)

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wild. REST THE SAME I'll make love to you in narrow side streets with shuttered windows, crumbling chimneys. Come with me to the weary town --- discos silent under tiles that slide from roof-tops, scatter softly on concrete marches of acres wild. By red bricks pointed with cement fingers Flaking damply from sagging shoulders. Come with me to the Winged Isle --- northern father's western child. Where the dance of ages is playing still through far marches of acres wild. words and music by (xguitar.com)