mountain men

• crest of a knave albümünden güzel bir jethro tull şarkısı. sözleri:
  
  the poacher and his daughter
  throw soft shadows on the water in the night.
  a thin moon slips behind them
  as they pull the net with no betraying light.
  and later on the coast road, i meet them
  and the old man winks a smile.
  and who am i to fast deny the right
  to take a fish once in a while?
  i walk with them, they wish me luck
  when i ship out on the sunday from the kyle.
  and from the church i hear them singing
  as the ship moves sadly from the pier.
  oh, poachers daughter, sunday best,
  two hundred brave souls share the farewell tear.
  
  there's a house on the hillside, where the drifting sands are born.
  lay down and let the slow tide wash me
  back to the land where i came from.
  where the mountain men are kings
  and the sound of the piper counts for everything.
  
  did my tour, did my duty. i did all they asked of me.
  died in the trenches and at el alamein
  died in the falklands on t.v.
  going back to the mountain kings
  where the sound of the piper counts for everything.
  
  long generations from the isles
  sent to tread the foreign miles
  where the spiral ages meet.
  felt naked dust beneath their feet.
  future sun called winds to blow
  and the past and present hard-eyed crow
  flew hunting high and circling low over blackened plains of eden.
  
  there's a child and a woman praying for an end to the mystery.
  hoping for a word in a letter
  fair wind-blown from across the sea
  to where the mountain men are kings
  and the sound of the piper counts for eveything.
  
  there's a house on the hillside, where the drifting sands are born.
  lay down and let the slow tide wash me
  back to the land where i came from.
  where the mountain men are kings
  and the sound of the piper counts for everything.
  where the real mountain men are kings
  and the sound of the piper counts for everything.
  
  feel the naked dust beneath my toes
  while the future sun calls winds to blow
  and the past and present black-eyed crow
  flies hunting high and circling low
  between dream mountains of our eden.