Orion - Jethro Tull

Orion, wont you give me your star sign

Orion, get up on the sky-line

Im high on my hill and I feel fine

Orion, lets sip the heavens heady wine

Orion, light your lights:

Come guard the open spaces

From the black horizon to the pillow where I lie.

Your faithful dog shines brighter than its lord and master

Your jewelled sword twinkles as the world rolls by.

So come up singing above the cloudy cover

Stare through at people who toss fitful in their sleep.

I know youre watching as the old gent by the station

Scuffs his toes on old fag packets lying in the street

And silver shadows flick across the closing bistro.

Sweet waiters link their arms and patter down the street,

Their words lost blowing on cold winds in darkest chelsea.

Prime years fly fading with each young hearts beat

Orion, wont you make me a star sign

Orion, get up on the sky-line

Im high on your love and I feel fine

Orion, lets sip the heavens heady wine

And young girls shiver as they wait by lonely bus-stops

After sad parties: no-one to take them home

To greasy bed-sitters and make a late-night play

For lost virginity a thousand miles away.