Another Christmas Song - Jethro Tull

Hope everybody’s ringing on their own bell this fine morning

Hope everyone’s connected to that long distance phone

Old man he’s a mountain

Old man he’s an island

Old man he’s a-waking says

«I'm going to call, call all my children home»

Hope everybody’s dancing to their own drum this fine morning

The beat of distant Africa or a Polish factory town

Old man he’s calling for his supper

Calling for his whisky

Calling for his sons and daughters, yeah

Calling, calling all his children round

Sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming

Mist blowing round some headland, somewhere in your memory

Everyone is from somewhere

Even if you’ve never been there

So take a minute to remember the part of you

That might be the old man calling me

How many wars you fighting out there this winter’s morning?

Maybe there’s always time for another christmas song

Old man is asleep now

Got appointments to keep now

Dreaming of his sons and daughters, and proving

Proving that the blood is strong