Letras:
Jethro Tull Minstrel In The Gallery

: 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

The minstrel in the gallery looked down on the rabbit-run. And threw away his looking-glass - and saw his face in everyone. The minstrel in the gallery

: 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

The minstrel in the gallery looked down on the rabbit-run. And threw away his looking-glass - and saw his face in everyone. The minstrel in the gallery

: 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

: Come, let me play with you, black satin dancer. In all your giving, given is the answer. Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter than the brightest

: 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

The minstrel in the gallery looked down on the rabbit-run. And threw away his looking-glass - and saw his face in everyone. The minstrel in the gallery

Come, let me play with you, black satin dancer In all your giving, given is the answer Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter Than the brightest flower