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Lyrics for Another Christmas Song by Tull Jethro:
| | | Artist: | Tull Jethro |
| | Album: | Rock Island | | Track: | Another Christmas Song | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 62 | | | | Lyrics: | 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 to
the drones and chanter's warning.
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 fighting out there, this fine winter's morning?
Maybe there's always time for another
Christmas song.
Old man is asleep now.
Got appointments to keep now.
Dreaming of his
sons and daughters, and proving --
proving that the blood is strong | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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