Mountain Men Jethro Tull

[Verse 1]
The poacher and his daughter
Throw soft shadows on the water in the night
A thin moon slips behind them
As they pull the net with no betraying light
And later on the coast road, I meet them
And the old man winks a smile
And who am I to fast deny the right
To take a fish once in a while?
I walk with them, they wish me luck
When I ship out on the Sunday from the kyle
And from the church, I hear them singing
As the ship moves sadly from the pier
Oh, poacher's daughter, Sunday best
Two hundred brave souls share the farewell tear

[Chorus 1]
There's a house on the hillside
Where the drifting sands are born
Lay down and let the slow tide wash me
Back to the land where I came from
Where the mountain men are kings
And the sound of the piper counts for everything

[Chorus 2]
Did my tour, did my duty
I did all they asked of me
Died in the trenches and at El Alamein
Died in the Falklands on T.V
Going back to the mountain kings
Where the sound of the piper counts for everything