Jethro Tull. A Passion Play. Zeneszám

Colors, I've none dark or light, red, white or blue
Cold is my touch freezing
Summons by name, I am the overseer over you

Overseer

Given this command to watch over our miserable sphere
Fallen from grace, called on
To bring sun or rain, occasional corn from my oversight grew

Overseer

Fell with mine angels from a far better place
Offering services for the saving of face
Now you're here, you may as well admire, all whom living has retired
From the benign reconciliation

Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights
Seen in the sky flashing
I just lit a fag and then took my leave in the blink of an eye

Overseer, overseer

Passionate play join round the maypole in dance
Primitive rite wrongly
Summoned by name, I am the overseer over you

Overseer, overseer