Walking on velvet green. Scots pine growing.
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Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing.
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Walking on velvet green.
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Walking on velvet green. Distant cows lowing.
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Never a care: with your legs in the air, loving.
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Walking on velvet green.
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Won't you have my company, yes, take it in your hands.
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Go down on velvet green, with a country man.
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Who's a young girls fancy and an old maid's dream.
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Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
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One dusky half-hour's ride up to the north.
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There lies your reputation and all that you're worth.
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Where the scent of wild roses turns the milk to cream.
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Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
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And the long grass blows in the evening cool.
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And August's rare delight may be April's fool.
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But think not of that, my love,
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I'm tight against the seam.
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And I'm growing up to meet you down on velvet green.
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Now I may tell you that it's love and not just lust.
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And if we live the lie, let's lie in trust.
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On golden daffodils, to catch the silver stream
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that washes out the wild oat seed on velvet green.
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We'll dream as lovers under the stars ---
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of civilizations raging afar.
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And the ragged dawn breaks on your battle scars.
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As you walk home cold and alone upon velvet green.
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Walking on velvet green. Scots pine growing.
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Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing.
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Walking on velvet green.
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Walking on velvet green. Distant cows lowing.
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Never a care: with your legs in the air, loving.
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Walking on velvet green.
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Velvet Green
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| Jethro Tull |
