Jethro Tull - Another Christmas Song Lyrics
Hope everybodys ringing on their own bell, this fine morning.Hope everyones connected to that long distance phone.Old man, hes a mountain.Old man, hes an island.Old man, hes a-walking says``Im going to call, call all my children home.Hope everybodys dancing to their own drum this fine morning ---The beat of distant africa or a polish factory town.Old man, hes 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 youve never been there.So take a minute to remember the part of youThat might be the old man calling me.How many wars youre fighting out there, this winters morning?Maybe its always time for another christmas song.Old man hes asleep now.Got appointments to keep now.Dreaming of his sons and daughters, and proving ---Proving that the blood is strong.
