Текст и слова песни Jethro Tull – A Stitch in Time
I work in dark factories,
A cog in a big wheel,
Driving grey satanic mills
And weaving sad stories.
And faceless masters,
Oh, they pay me plenty:
Crumbs from their luncheon bags
Harsh wine from bottles of empties.
[Chorus:]
"A stitch in time saves nine,"
Sang cock-robin from the wall.
"It's an early bird catches the worm;
Show a little pride before you fall."
So I flew to the south sun
With birds of a feather,
To drink in the warm nights
And tell of fine weather.
[Repeat Chorus]
Listen all you young folk:
Your lives on the time-table.
Clocking on twenty-one;
Fly while you're able.
[Repeat Chorus]
[Repeat Chorus]
A cog in a big wheel,
Driving grey satanic mills
And weaving sad stories.
And faceless masters,
Oh, they pay me plenty:
Crumbs from their luncheon bags
Harsh wine from bottles of empties.
[Chorus:]
"A stitch in time saves nine,"
Sang cock-robin from the wall.
"It's an early bird catches the worm;
Show a little pride before you fall."
So I flew to the south sun
With birds of a feather,
To drink in the warm nights
And tell of fine weather.
[Repeat Chorus]
Listen all you young folk:
Your lives on the time-table.
Clocking on twenty-one;
Fly while you're able.
[Repeat Chorus]
[Repeat Chorus]
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