Acres Wild Jethro Tull
[Am]I'll make lo[F]ve to you [G]
[Am] in all good [F]places [G]
[Am] under black [F]mountains [G]
[Am] in ope[F]n spaces. [G]
B[Am]y deep brown r[F]ivers [G]
[Am] that slither [F]darkly [G]
[Am] through far m[F]arches [G]
where the b[Am]lue hare [F]races. [G]
[F]Come with [Dm7]me to the Wi[C]nged Isle ---
[F] northern[Dm7] father's wes[Am]tern child.
[F]Where the dance of[Dm7] ages is pla[C]ying still
[F] through far [G]marches of a[E7]cres [D]wild.
REST THE SAME
I'll make love to you
in narrow side streets
with shuttered windows,
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.
words and music by IAN ANDERSON
TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN)
ALL CORRECTIONS ARE WELCOME