by Jethro Tull
on Stormwatch
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Orion, won't you give me your star sign
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Orion, get up on the sky-line
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Orion, I'm high on my hill and I feel fine
F#m D F#m-->E.....
Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine
[Am] Orion, l[F]ight your lights: come g[G]uard the open spa[Am]ces
[F] from the bl[G]ack hor[Am]izon to the pil[F]low where I li[G]e.
[F] Your faithful [F]dog shines brighter [G]than its [E]lord and [Am]master
[F] Your [G]jewelled sword [Am]twinkles as the [F]world rolls [G]by.
[Am] So come up [F]singing [C]above[C/B] the cloudy [Am]cover
[F] Stare t[G]hrough at [Am]people who toss [F]fitful in their [G]sleep.
[F] I know you're w[F]atching as the [G]old g[E]ent by the [Am]station
[F] scuffs his [G]toes on [Am]old fag packets [F]lying [G]in the [Am]street [E]
F#m D F#m E->
Orion, won't you give me your star sign
F#m D F#m E->
Orion, get up on the sky-line
F#m D F#m E->
Orion, I'm high on my hill and I feel fine
F#m D F#m-->E.....
Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine
(Rest the same)
And silver shadows flick across the closing bistro.
Sweet waiters link their arms and patter down the street,
their words lost blowing on cold winds in darkest Chelsea.
Prime years fly fading with each young heart's beat
Orion, won't you make me a star sign
Orion, get up on the sky-line
I'm high on your love and I feel fine
Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine
And young girls shiver as they wait by lonely bus-stops
after sad parties: no-one to take them home
to greasy bed-sitters and make a late-night play
for lost virginity a thou - sand - miles --- a - way.
(Last CHORUS: add two lines below)
Orion, won't you make me a star sign
Orion, get up on the sky-line
I'm high on your love and I feel fine
Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine
[F#m] Love is the [D]sky-[F#m]line
[F#m] Orion
on Stormwatch
F#m D F#m E->
Orion, won't you give me your star sign
F#m D F#m E->
Orion, get up on the sky-line
F#m D F#m E->
Orion, I'm high on my hill and I feel fine
F#m D F#m-->E.....
Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine
[Am] Orion, l[F]ight your lights: come g[G]uard the open spa[Am]ces
[F] from the bl[G]ack hor[Am]izon to the pil[F]low where I li[G]e.
[F] Your faithful [F]dog shines brighter [G]than its [E]lord and [Am]master
[F] Your [G]jewelled sword [Am]twinkles as the [F]world rolls [G]by.
[Am] So come up [F]singing [C]above[C/B] the cloudy [Am]cover
[F] Stare t[G]hrough at [Am]people who toss [F]fitful in their [G]sleep.
[F] I know you're w[F]atching as the [G]old g[E]ent by the [Am]station
[F] scuffs his [G]toes on [Am]old fag packets [F]lying [G]in the [Am]street [E]
F#m D F#m E->
Orion, won't you give me your star sign
F#m D F#m E->
Orion, get up on the sky-line
F#m D F#m E->
Orion, I'm high on my hill and I feel fine
F#m D F#m-->E.....
Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine
(Rest the same)
And silver shadows flick across the closing bistro.
Sweet waiters link their arms and patter down the street,
their words lost blowing on cold winds in darkest Chelsea.
Prime years fly fading with each young heart's beat
Orion, won't you make me a star sign
Orion, get up on the sky-line
I'm high on your love and I feel fine
Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine
And young girls shiver as they wait by lonely bus-stops
after sad parties: no-one to take them home
to greasy bed-sitters and make a late-night play
for lost virginity a thou - sand - miles --- a - way.
(Last CHORUS: add two lines below)
Orion, won't you make me a star sign
Orion, get up on the sky-line
I'm high on your love and I feel fine
Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine
[F#m] Love is the [D]sky-[F#m]line
[F#m] Orion