Another Christmas Song

No really, that’s the name of the song.

One of my traditions,  yanking my heartstrings since 1989.

Merry Christmas, Y’all.

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 waking says, “I’m going to call, call all my children home”

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

Sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming, yeah
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 winters morning? Yeah
Maybe it’s always time for another Christmas song
Old man he’s asleep now but he’s got appointments to keep now
Dreaming of his sons and his daughters, yeah
Proving, proving that the blood is strong

by Ian Anderson

About Ray V.

Living between Aiken & Nashville, TN, USA, I like to share what I am looking at, thinking about or listening to. I refer to this as the view out my window. Thanks for stopping by.
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2 Responses to Another Christmas Song

  1. I love Jethro Tull. Thank you. Blessings to you and your family.

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