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The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water

As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea

The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other

As the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed

The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling

But the master of the house is far away

The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding

In the sharp and frosty morning of the day

And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority

Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside

作曲 : Ian Anderson