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Jethro Tull Minstrel In The Gallery

did you light This fire under me? One day I'll be a minstrel in the gallery. And paint you a picture of the queen. And if sometimes I sing to a cynical

And ride with us young bonny lass With the angels of the night Crack wind clatter, flesh rein bite On an out size unicorn Rough-shod winging sky blue

Hello sun, hello bird, hello my lady Hello breakfast, may I buy you again tomorrow?

made The minstrel in the gallery Looked down on the rabbit-run And threw away his looking-glass He saw his face in everyone The minstrel in the gallery

There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way. And there's a note on the telephone --- some roses on a tray. And the motorway's stretching right

Well, I saw a bird today, flying from a bush and the wind blew it away And the black-eyed mother sun scorched the butterfly at play Velvet veined, I saw

The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces. He met the gazes observed the spaces between the old men's cackle. Maaaary.....

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: The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces. He met the gazes observed the spaces between the old men's cackle. He brewed a