Overseer Overture - Jethro Tull

Colors I’ve none -- dark or light, red, white or blue

Cold is my touch (freezing)

Summoned by name -- I am the overseer over you

Given this command to watch o’er our miserable sphere

Fallen from grace / called on to bring sun or rain

Occasional corn from my oversight grew

Fell with mine angels from a far better place, offering services for the saving

of face

Now you’re here, you may as well admire all whom living has retired from the

benign reconciliation

Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights seen in the sky (flashing)

I just / lit a fag then / took my leave in the blink of an eye

Passionate play -- join round the maypole in dance (primitive rite) (wrongly)

Summoned by name / I am the overseer / over you