Lyrics Overseer Overture - Stereo Mix - Jethro Tull

"Well-meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise
Up from your gloom
Smiling.
Give me your hate, and do as the loving heathen do."
"Colours I′ve none, dark or light, red, white or blue.
Cold is my touch--freezing.
Summoned by name, I am the overseer over you.
(Overseer)
Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere,
Fallen from grace, Called on
To bring sun or rain, occasional corn
From my oversight grew.
(Overseer)
Fell with mine angels from a far better place,
Offering services for the saving of face.
Now you′re here, you may as well admire
All whom living have retired
From the benign reconciliation.
Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights
Seen in the sky flashing--
I just lit a fag, and then took my leave
In the blink of an eye.
(Overseer)
(Overseer)
(Overseer)
"Passionate Play, join 'round the maypole in dance,
Primitive rite (wrongly).
Summoned by name,
I am the overseer over you."
(Overseer)