A Passion Play Edit No. 8 — текст песни (Jethro Tull)

Colors I`ve none -- dark or light, red, white or blue.

Cold is my touch (freezing).

Summoned by name -- I am the overseer over you.

Given this command to watch o`er our miserable sphere.

Fallen from grace / called on to bring sun or rain.

Occasional corn from my oversight grew.

Fell with mine angels from a far better place, offering services for

the saving of face.

Now you`re here, you may as well admire all whom living has retired

from the benign reconciliation.

Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights seen in the sky

(flashing).

I just / lit a fag then / took my leave in the blink of an eye.

Passionate play -- join round the maypole in dance (primitive

rite) (wrongly).

Summoned by name / I am the overseer / over you.