| | Acres Wild Lyrics Artist(Band):Jethro Tull
in all good places under black mountains in open spaces. By deep brown rivers that slither darkly through far marches where the blue hare races. 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. 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. If you find some error in Acres Wild Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Acres Wild The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Jethro Tull" Music | | ||||||||||||
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