ANOTHER CHRISTMAS SONG
(Ian Anderson)

Jethro Tull


Hope everybody's ringing on their own
bell, this fine morning.
Hope everyone's connected to that long
distance phone.
Old man, he's a mountain.
Old man, he's an island.
Old man, he's a-walking says
``I'm going to call, call all my
children home.''

Hope everybody's dancing to their own drum
this fine morning ---
the beat of distant Africa or a Polish
factory town.
Old man, he's calling for his
supper.
Calling for his whisky.
Calling for his sons and daughters,
yeah ---
calling all his children round.

Sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and
chanters warming.
Mist blowing round some headland, somewhere
in your memory.
Everyone is from somewhere ---
even if you've never been there.
So take a minute to remember the part
of you
that might be the old man calling
me.

How many wars you're fighting out there,
this winter's morning?
Maybe it's always time for another
Christmas song.
Old man he's asleep now.
Got appointments to keep now.
Dreaming of his sons and daughters, and
proving ---
proving that the blood is strong.



(Contributed by Andy & Mogg - December 2002)