Velvet Green - Jethro Tull

Walking on velvet green, Scot’s pine growing

Isn’t it rare to be taking the air?

Singing, walking on velvet green

Walking on velvet green, distant cows lowing

Never a care, with your legs in the air

Loving, walking on velvet green

Won’t you have my company?

Yes, take it in your hands

Go down on velvet green with a country man

Who’s a young girl’s fancy and an old maid’s dream

Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green

One dusky half hour’s ride up to the North

There lies your reputation and all that you’re worth

Where the scent of wild roses turns the milk to cream

Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green

And the long grass blows in the evening cool

And August’s rare delights may be April’s fool

But think not of that my love, I’m tight against the seam

And I’m growing up to meet you down on velvet green

Now I may tell you that it’s love and not just lust

And if we live the lie, let’s lie in trust

On golden daffodils, to catch the silver stream

That washes out the wild oat seed on velvet green

We’ll dream as lovers under the stars

Of civilizations raging afar

And the ragged dawn breaks on your battle scars

As you walk home cold and alone upon velvet green