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,
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.
words and music by IAN ANDERSON
TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN)
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