Jethro Tull - Old Ghosts letra de canción

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.

Misty colours unfold in a backcloth cold -
fine tapestry of silk
I draw around me like a cloak
and glide a-drifting
on eddies whirled in beech leaves furled -
brown and gold they fly