Old Ghosts Lyrics - Stormwatch - Jethro Tull

Hair stands high on the cat's back like 

a ridge of threatening hills. 

Sheepdogs howl, make tracks and growl --- 

their tails hanging low. 

And young children falter in their games 

at the altar of life's hide-and-seek 

between tall pillars, where Sunday-night killers 

in grey raincoats peek. 

I'll be coming again like an old dog in pain 

Blown through the eye of the hurricane 

Down to the stones where old ghosts play. 

Misty colours unfold a backcloth cold --- 

fine tapestry of silk 

I draw around me like a cloak 

and soundless glide a-drifting 

on eddies whirled in beech leaves furled --- 

brown and gold they fly 

in the warm mesh of sunlight 

sifting now from a cloudless sky. 

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I'll be coming again like an old dog in pain 

Blown through the eye of the hurricane 

Down to the stones where old ghosts play. 

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