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Witch's promise - Jethro Tull

"Lend me your ear while I call you a fool. You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood, and later insisted your feelings were true. The witch's promise was coming, believing he listened while laughing"

With you there to help me - Jethro Tull

"In days of peace sweet smelling summer nights of wine and song; dusty pavements burning feet. Why am I crying, I want to know. How can I smile and make it right? For sixty days and eighty nights and not"

Wond'ring aloud - Jethro Tull

"Wond'ring aloud -- how we feel today. Last night sipped the sunset -- my hands in her hair. We are our own saviours as we start both our hearts beating life into each other. Wond'ring aloud -- will the"

Hard liner - Jethro Tull

"Hard liner, she brings ice when I bring fire. She's a hard liner. Tightrope cross Niagara She'd cut the wire Never feel a thing. Walked the sidewalk of another strange avenue. Kicked my heels and wished"

Heat - Jethro Tull

"When the rats are running and the boys are gunning for heads on a tin plate --- you can hear the footfall softly in the back yard. And the black jack is called face up on the last card. You'd better call"

Heavy horses - Jethro Tull

"Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust An October's day, towards evening. Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough Salt on a deep chest seasoning. Last of the line at an honest day's toil Turning"

Heavy water - Jethro Tull

"I walked out in the city night, A burning in my eyes, like it was broad daylight. And it was hot, down there in the crowd. The stars went out behind a thunder cloud. Chatter in the air, like a telegraph"

Black sunday - Jethro Tull

"Tomorrow is the one day I would change for a Monday with freezing rains melting and no trains running and sad eyes passing in windows flimsy and my seat rocking from legs not quite matching Got passport,"

Broadsword - Jethro Tull

"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 as a talisman. Get up to the roundhouse on the cliff-top"

Brodford bazaar - Jethro Tull

"Dirty white caravans down our road, sailing. Vivas, Cortinas, weaving in their wake. With hot, red-faced drivers, horns flattened, fists whaling, Putting trust in blind corners as they overtake. And it's"

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