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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=78778" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mountain Men</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poacher and his daughter<br>Throw soft shadows on the water in the night.<br>A thin moon slips behind them<br>As they pull the net with no betraying light.<br>And later on the coast road, I meet them<br>And the old man winks a smile.<br>And who am I to fast deny the right<br>To take a fish once in a while? <br>I walk with them, they wish me luck<br>When I ship out on the sunday from the kyle.<br>And from the church I hear them singing<br>As the ship moves sadly from the pier.<br>Oh, poachers daughter, sunday best,<br>Two hundred brave souls share the farewell tear.<br>Theres a house on the hillside, where the drifting sands are born.<br>Lay down and let the slow tide wash me<br>Back to the land where I came from.<br>Where the mountain men are kings<br>And the sound of the piper counts for everything.<br>Did my tour, did my duty. I did all they asked of me.<br>Died in the trenches and at el alamein<br>...died in the falklands on t.v.<br>Going back to the mountain kings<br>Where the sound of the piper counts for everything.<br>Long generations from the isles<br>Sent to tread the foreign miles<br>Where the spiral ages meet.<br>Felt naked dust beneath their feet.<br>Future sun called winds to blow<br>And the past and present hard-eyed crow<br>Flew hunting high and circling low over blackened plains of eden.<br>Theres a child and a woman praying for an end to the mystery.<br>Hoping for a word in a letter<br>Fair wind-blown from across the sea<br>To where the mountain men are kings<br>And the sound of the piper counts for eveything.<br>Theres a house on the hillside, where the drifting sands are born.<br>Lay down and let the slow tide wash me<br>Back to the land where I came from.<br>Where the mountain men are kings<br>And the sound of the piper counts for everything.<br>Where the real mountain men are kings<br>And the sound of the piper counts for everything.<br>Feel the naked dust beneath my toes<br>While the future sun calls winds to blow<br>And the past and present black-eyed crow<br>Flies hunting high and circling low<br>Between dream mountains of our eden.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Jethro Tull - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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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 den..."></div>
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