Mountain Men Lyrics by Jethro Tull
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The poacher and his daughter
Throw soft shadows on the water in the night
A thin moon slips behind them
As they pull the net with no betraying light

And later on the coast road, I meet them
And the old man winks a smile
And who am I to fast deny the right
To take a fish once in a while?

I walk with them, they wish me luck
When I ship out on the Sunday from the Kyle
And from the church I hear them singing
As the ship moves sadly from the pier
Oh, poachers daughter, Sunday best
Two hundred brave souls share the farewell tear

Well, there's a house on the hillside
Where the drifting sands are born
Lay down and let the slow tide wash me
Back to the lands where I came from
Where the mountain men are kings
And the sound of the piper counts for everything

I did my tour, did my duty
I did all they asked of me
Died in the trenches and at El Alamein
Died in the Falklands on TV
Going back to the mountain kings
Where the sound of the piper counts for everything

Long generations from the Isles
Sent to tread the foreign miles
Where the spiral ages meet
Felt naked dust beneath their feet

Future sun called winds to blow
And the past and present hard-eyed crow
Flew hunting high and circling low
Over blackened plains of Eden

There's a child and a woman praying
For an end to the mystery
Hoping for a word in a letter
Fair wind-blown from across the sea
To where the mountain men are kings
And the sound of the piper counts for everything

There's a house on the hillside
Where the drifting sands are born
Lay down and let the slow tide wash me
Back to the lands where I came from

Where the mountain men are kings
And the sound of the piper counts for everything
Where the real mountain men are kings
And the sound of that piper counts for everything

Feel the naked dust beneath my toes
While the future sun calls winds to blow
And the past and present black-eyed crow
Flies hunting high and circling low
Between dream mountains of our Eden
The poacher and his daughter   Throw soft shadows on the water in the night   A thin moon slips behind them   As they pull the net with no betraying light      And later on the coast road, I meet them   And the old man winks a smile   And who am I to fast deny the right   To take a fish once in a while?      I walk with them, they wish me luck   When I ship out on the Sunday from the Kyle   And from the church I hear them singing   As the ship moves sadly from the pier   Oh, poachers daughter, Sunday best   Two hundred brave souls share the farewell tear      Well, there's a house on the hillside   Where the drifting sands are born   Lay down and let the slow tide wash me   Back to the lands where I came from   Where the mountain men are kings   And the sound of the piper counts for everything      I did my tour, did my duty   I did all they asked of me   Died in the trenches and at El Alamein   Died in the Falklands on TV   Going back to the mountain kings   Where the sound of the piper counts for everything      Long generations from the Isles   Sent to tread the foreign miles   Where the spiral ages meet   Felt naked dust beneath their feet      Future sun called winds to blow   And the past and present hard-eyed crow   Flew hunting high and circling low   Over blackened plains of Eden      There's a child and a woman praying   For an end to the mystery   Hoping for a word in a letter   Fair wind-blown from across the sea   To where the mountain men are kings   And the sound of the piper counts for everything      There's a house on the hillside   Where the drifting sands are born   Lay down and let the slow tide wash me   Back to the lands where I came from      Where the mountain men are kings   And the sound of the piper counts for everything   Where the real mountain men are kings   And the sound of that piper counts for everything      Feel the naked dust beneath my toes   While the future sun calls winds to blow   And the past and present black-eyed crow   Flies hunting high and circling low   Between dream mountains of our Eden