Текст песни JETHRO TULL - Ears Of Tin

In the last hours of a sunset rendezvous -
Chill breeze against tide, that carries me from you.
Got a job in a southern city - got some lead-free in my tank.
Now I must whisper goodbye - I'm bound for the mainland.

Island in the city. Cut by a cold sea.
People moving on an ocean. Groundswell of humainity.

Now the sun breaks through rain as I climb Glen Shiel
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On the trail of those old cattlemen who drove
their bargain south again.
And in the eyes of those five sisters of Kintail
There's a wink of seduction from the mainland.

Island in the city. Cut by a cold sea.
People moving on an ocean. Groundswell of humanity.
Storm-lashed on the high-rise - their words are spray to the wind.
Blown like silent laughter. Falling on ears of tin.

Take by stealth or take by storm - set my brain to "cruise".
I can see the glow of suburb lights.
I'm fresh from the out-world - singing the mainland blues.

There was a girl where I came from.
Seems like a long time, long time gone by.
Wears the west wind in her hair.
She calls from the hill - yeah, she calls in my mainland blues.

There's a coast road that winds to heaven's door
Where a fat ferry floats on muted diessel roar.
And there's a light on the hillside - and there's a flame in her eyes

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