Текст песни Ears Of Tin — Jethro Tull

In the late hours of a sunset rendezvous --
Chill breeze against tide, that carries me from you.
Got a job in a southern city -- got some lead-free in my tank.
Now I must whisper goodbye -- I’m bound for the mainland.
Island in the city, Cut by a cold sea.
People moving on an ocean. Groundswell of humanity.
Now the sum breaks through rain as I climb Glen Shiel
On the trail of those old cattlemen who drove their bargain south again.
And in the eyes of those five sisters of Kintail
There’s a wink of seduction from the mainland.
Island in the city. Cut by a cold sea.
People moving on an ocean. Groundswell of humanity.
Storm-lashed on the high-rise -- their words are spray to the wind.
Blown like silent laughter. Falling on ears of tin.
Take my heart and take my brawn.
Take by stealth or take by storm --
Set my brain to «cruise.»
I can see the glow of the suburb lights.
I’m fresh from the out-world --
Singing the mainland blues.
There was a girl where I came from.
Seems a long time, long time gone by.
Wears the west wind in her hair.
She calls from the hill -- yeah, she calls
In my mainland blues.
There’s a coast road that winds to heaven’s door
Where a fat ferry floats on muted diesel roar.
And there’s a light on the hillside -- and there’s a flame in her
Eyes but how cold the lights burn on the mainland.
Island in the city. Cut by a cold sea.
People moving on an ocean. Groundswell of humanity.
Storm-lashed on the high-rise. Their words are spray to the wind.
Blown like silent laughter and falling on ears of tin.
In my mainland blues.