Jethro Tull - Something's On The Move | Текст песни

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• Jethro Tull
• Something's On The Move

She wore a black tiara, rare gems upon her fingers
She came from distant waters where northern lights explode
To celebrate the dawning of the new wastes of winter
Gathering momentum on the icy road

With chill mists swirling like petticoats in motion
Sighted on horizons for ten thousand years
The lady of the ice sounds a deathly distant rumble
To Titanic-breaking children lost in melting crystal tears

Oh, sunshine, take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove
And the turntable spins as the last waltz begins
And the weatherman says something's on the move

Capturing black pieces in a glass-fronted museum
The white queen rolls on the chessboard of the dawn
Squeezing through the valleys, pausing briefly in the corries
The Ice-Mother mates and a new age is born

Driving all before her, un-stoppable, un-straining
Her cold creaking mass follows reindeer down
Thin spreading fingers seek to embrace the sill-warm bundles
That huddle on the doorsteps of a white London Town