"Acres Wild" as written by and Ian Anderson....
I'll make love to you
In all good places
Under black mountains
In open spaces.
By deep brown rivers
That slither darkly
Through far marches
Where the blue hare races.

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.

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.


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"Acres Wild" as written by Ian Anderson

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    General CommentBeautiful. What album?
    JosephWolfon January 06, 2006   Link
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    General CommentThis song is from the Heavy Horses album. The most underrated Tull album in my opinion. The song is reminiscent of songs off the Songs from the Wood album like Hunting Girl and Velvet Green. Basically it is a sex-in-the-fields song.
    Anomaly57on January 21, 2006   Link
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    General CommentYeah, making love in all good places. Best song from the Heavy Horses, and one of my all-time favourites from Tull.
    Blackenedon June 27, 2008   Link
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    General CommentThe Winged Isle is the Isle of Skye in Scotland, where Ian Anderson used to own land (and a salmon farm).
    BoultersCanaryon October 24, 2011   Link

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