Acres Wild 

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I'll make love to you 
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  in all good places 
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  under black mountains 
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  in open spaces. 
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By deep brown rivers 
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  that slither darkly 
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  through far marches 
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  where the blue hare races. 
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Come with me to the Winged Isle --- 
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  northern father's western child. 
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Where the dance of ages is playing still 
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  through far marches of acres 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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