作曲 : Ian Anderson
[00:37] Let me tell you the tales of your life
[00:41] Of your love and the cut of the knife
[00:45] The tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled
[00:48] The desire to kill or be killed
[00:56] Let me sing of the losers who lie
[00:59] In the street as the last bus goes by
[01:03] The pavements are empty, the gutters run red
[01:06] While the fool toasts his god in the sky
[02:15] So come all ye young men who are building castles!
[02:19] Kindly state the time of the year
[02:23] And join your voices in a hellish chorus
[02:26] Mark the precise nature of your fear
[03:34] Let me help you pick up your dead
[03:38] As the sins of the father are fed
[03:41] With the blood of the fools
[03:43] And the thoughts of the wise and
[03:45] From the pan under your bed
[03:51] Let me make you a present of song
[03:56] As the wise man breaks wind and is gone
[04:00] While the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose
[04:03] And the nursery rhyme winds along
[04:40] So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
[04:44] Kindly state the time of the year
[04:47] And join your voices in a hellish chorus
[04:51] Mark the precise nature of your fear
[04:54] See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
[04:58] And the hour of judgement draws near
[05:01] Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour
[05:05] Or the wiser man who rushes clear