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Am F G I'll make love to you Am F G in all good places Am F G under black mountains Am F G in open spaces. Am F G By deep brown rivers Am F G that slither darkly Am F G through far marches Am F G where the blue hare races. F Dm7 C Come with me to the Winged Isle --- F Dm7 Am northern father's western child. F Dm7 C Where the dance of ages is playing still F G E7 D through far marches of acres wild. REST THE SAME I'll make love to you in narrow side streets with shuttered windows, crumbling chimneys. Come with me to the weary town --- discos silent under tiles that slide from roof-tops, scatter softly on concrete marches of acres wild. By red bricks pointed with cement fingers Flaking damply from sagging shoulders. Come with me to the Winged Isle --- northern father's western child. Where the dance of ages is playing still through far marches of acres wild.
Written by Ian Anderson
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