Another Christmas Song(Anderson) - Jethro Tull

Hope everybody's ringing on their own bell this fine morning
Hope everyone's connected to that long distance phone
Old man he's a mountain
Old man he's an island
Old man he's a waking says
I'm going to call call all my children home
Hope everybody's dancing to their own drum this fine morning
The beat of distant Africa or a Polish factory town
Old man he's calling for his supper
Is calling for his whisky
Calling for his sons and daughters yeah
Calling calling all his children round
Sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming
Mist blowing round some headland somewhere in your memory
Everyone is from somewhere
Even if you've never been there
So take a minute to remember the part of you
That might be the old man calling me
How many wars you fighting out there this winter's morning
Maybe there's always time for another christmas song
Old man is asleep now
Got appointments to keep now
Dreaming of his sons and daughters and proving
Proving that the blood is strong