"...And The Mouse Police Never Sleeps"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Heavy Horses (1978), Heavy Horses (remaster) (2003)

Muscled, black with steel-green eye
Swishing through the rye grass
With thoughts of mouse-and-apple pie
Tail balancing at half-mast
And the mouse police never sleeps
Lying in the cherry tree
Savage bed foot-warmer
Of purest feline ancestry
Look out, little furry folk!
He's the all-night working cat
Eats but one in every ten
Leaves the others on the mat
And the mouse police never sleeps
Waiting by the cellar door
Window-box town crier
Birth and death registrar
With claws that rake a furrow red
Licensed to multilate
From warm milk on a lazy day
To dawn patrol on hungry hate
No, the mouse police never sleeps
Climbing on the ivy
Windy roof-top weathercock
Warm-blooded night on a cold tile

"Acres Wild"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Heavy Horses (1978), Through The Years (1997), Heavy Horses (remaster) (2003)

I'll make love to you in all good places
Under black mountains, in open spaces
By deep brown rivers that slither darkly
Through far marches where the blue hare races
Come with me to the Winged Isle
Northern father's western child
Where the dance of ages is playing still
Through far marches of acres wild
I'll make love to you in narrow side streets
With shuttered windows, crumbling chimneys
Come with me to the weary town
Discos silent under tiles
That slide from roof-tops, scatter softly
On concrete marches of acres wild
By red bricks pointed with cement fingers
Flaking damply from sagging shoulders
Come with me to the Winged Isle
Northern father's western child
Where the dance of ages is playing still
Through far marches of acres wild

"No Lullaby"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Heavy Horses (1978), Live: Bursting Out (1978), Heavy Horses (remaster) (2003), Live: Bursting Out (remaster) (2004)

Keep your eyes open and prick up your ears
Rehearse your loudest cry
There's folk out there who would do you harm
So I'll sing you no lullaby
There's a lock on the window
There's a chain on the door
A big dog in the hall
But there's dragons and beasties
Out there in the night to snatch you if you fall
So come out fighting with your rattle in hand
Thrust and parry
Light a match to catch the devil's eye
Bring a cross of fire to the fight
And let no sleep bring false relief
From the tension of the fray
Come wake the dead with the scream of life
Do battle with ghosts at play
Gather your toys at the call-to-arms
And swing your big bear down
Upon our necks when we come to set
You sleeping safe and sound
It's as well we tell no lie
To chase the face that cries
And little birds can't fly so keep an open eye
It's as well we tell no lie
So I'll sing you no lullaby

"Moths"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Heavy Horses (1978), 20 Years of Jethro Tull: II. Flawed Gems (Dusted Down) and The Other Sides Of Tull (1988), Heavy Horses (remaster) (2003)

The leaded window opened
To move the dancing candle flame
And the first Moths of summer suicidal came
And a new breeze chattered
In its May-bud tenderness
Sending water-lillies sailing
As she turned to get undressed
And the long night awakened
And we soared on powdered wings
Circling our tomorrows
In the wary month of Spring
Chasing shadows slipping
In a magic lantern slide
Creatures of the candle on a night-light-ride
Dipping and weaving
Flutter through the golden needle's eye
In our haystack madness
Butterfly-stroking on a Spring-tide high
Life's too long (as the Lemming said)
As the candle burned and the Moths were wed
And we'll all burn together
As the wick grows higher
Before the candle's dead
The leaded window opened
To move the dancing candle flame
And the first moths of summer suicidal came
To join in the worship
Of the light that never dies
In a moment's reflection of two moths
Spinning in her eyes

"Journeyman"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Heavy Horses (1978), Heavy Horses (remaster) (2003)

Spine-tingling railway sleepers
Sleepy houses lying four-square and firm
Orange beams divide the darkness
Rumbling fit to turn the waking worm
Sliding through Victorian tunnels
Where green moss oozes from the pores
Dull echoes from the wet embankments
Battlefield allotments, fresh open sores
In late night commuter madness
Double-locked black briefcase on the floor
Like a faithful dog with master
Sleeping in the draught
Beside the carriage door
To each Journeyman his own home-coming
Cold supper nearing with each station stop
Frosty flakes on empty platforms
Fireside slippers waiting, flip, flop
Journeyman night-tripping on the late fantasic
Too late to stop for tea at Gerard's Cross
And hear the soft shoes
On the footbridge shuffle
As the wheels turn biting on the midnight frost
On the late commuter special
Carriage lights that flicker, fade and die
Howling into hollow blackness
Dusky diesel shudders in full cry
Down redundant morning papers
Abandon crosswords with a cough
Stationmaster in his wisdom
Told the guard to turn the heating off

"Rover"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Heavy Horses (1978), Heavy Horses (remaster) (2003)

I chase your every footstep
And I follow every whim
When you call the tune
I'm ready to strike up the battle hymn
My lady of the meadows
My comber of the beach
You've thrown the stick for your dog's trick
But it's floating out of reach
The long road is a rainbow
And the pot of gold lies there
So slip the chain and I'm off again
You'll find me everywhere, I'm a Rover
As the robin craves the summer
To hide his smock of red
I need the pillow of your hair
In which to hide my head
I'm simple in my sadness
Resourceful in remorse
Then I'm down straining at the lead
Holding on a windward course
Strip me from the bundle
Of balloons at every fair
Colourful and carefree
Designed to make you stare
But I'm lost and I'm losing
The thread that holds me down
And I'm up hot and rising
In the lights of every town

"One Brown Mouse"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Heavy Horses (1978), Live: Bursting Out (1978), Heavy Horses (remaster) (2003), Live: Bursting Out (remaster) (2004), The Best of Acoustic Jethro Tull (2007)

Smile your little smile
Take some tea with me awhile
Brush away that black cloud
From your shoulder
Twitch your whiskers
Feel that you're really real
Another tea-time, another day older
Puff warm breath on your tiny hands
You wish you were a man
Who every day can turn another page
Behind your glass you sit and look
At my ever-open book
One brown mouse sitting in a cage
Do you wonder if I really care for you
Am I just the company you keep
Which one of us exercises on the old treadmill
Who hides his head, pretending to sleep?
Smile your little smile
Take some tea with me awhile
And every day we'll turn another page
Behind our glass we'll sit
And look at our ever-open book
One brown mouse sitting in a cage

"Heavy Horses"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Heavy Horses (1978), 25th Anniversary Boxed Set: Remixed Classic Songs (1993), The Best of Jethro Tull: The Anniversary Collection (1993), Live At The BBC (1998), 36 Greatest Hits (1998), The Very Best of Jethro Tull (2001), Heavy Horses (remaster) (2003), 'A' (remaster) (2004)

Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
An October's day, towards evening
Sweat embossed veins
Standing proud to the plough
Salt on a deep chest seasoning
Last of the line at an honest day's toil
Turning the deep sod under
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone
Flies at the nostrils plunder
The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie
With the Shire on his feathers floating
Hauling soft timber into the dusk
To bed on a warm straw coating
Heavy Horses, move the land under me
Behind the plough gliding
Slipping and sliding free
Now you're down to the few
And there's no work to do
The tractor's on its way
Let me find you a filly
For your proud stallion seed
To keep the old line going
And we'll stand you abreast
At the back of the wood
Behind the young trees growing
To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth
And your eighteen hands at the shoulder
And one day when the oil barons
Have all dripped dry
And the nights are seen to draw colder
They'll beg for your strength
Your gentle power
Your noble grace and your bearing
And you'll strain once again
To the sound of the gulls
In the wake of the deep plough, sharing
Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness
Chained to the world
Against the low sun racing
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein of polished leather
A Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather
Bring a song for the evening
Clean brass to flash the dawn
Across these acres glistening
Like dew on a carpet lawn
In these dark towns folk lie sleeping
As the heavy horses thunder by
To wake the dying city
With the living horseman's cry
At once the old hands quicken
Bring pick and wisp and curry comb
Thrill to the sound
Of all the heavy horses coming home

"Weathercock"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Heavy Horses (1978), Heavy Horses (remaster) (2003), Christmas Album (2003), The Best of Acoustic Jethro Tull (2007)

Good morning Weathercock
How did you fare last night?
Did the cold wind bite you
Did you face up to the fright?
When the leaves spin from October
And whip around your tail?
Did you shake from the blast
Did you shiver through the gale?
Give us direction; the best of goodwill
Put us in touch with fair winds
Sing to us softly, hum evening's song
Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you
Do you simply reflect changes
In the patterns of the sky
Or is it true to say the weather heeds
The twinkle in your eye?
Do you fight the rush of winter
Do you hold snowflakes at bay?
Do you lift the dawn sun from the fields
And help him on his way?
Good morning Weathercock
Make this day bright
Put us in touch with your fair winds
Sing to us softly, hum evening's song
Point the way to better days
We can share with you