Mine Is the Mountain Songtext
von Jethro Tull

Mine is the power and mine is the glory
Mine is the mountain up which you tread
Give me bold questions, give me good reason
Tell me you love me, fear all I have said

Don′t imitate me, don't forsake me
In images silver, in idols of gold
Don′t make me jealous, don't make me angry
Don't ever leave me out in the cold
(Mine is the mountain)

Bring all your pomp
Precious jewels and your finеry
Build me safe haven for tablеts of stone
To live through the ages to scold and to guide you
Threaten, cajole you, and cut to the bone
(Mine in the mountain)


I′m no pushover lamb, no gentle provider
Vengeance, retribution are my middle names
I can make a cadaver of your women, your firstborn
With a snap of a finger, of salt and of flame

Matty and Lucas may bring something softer
Gentle in word and gentle in deed
But you who ignore these things that are written
Will define the story your children will read
(Mine is the mountain)

Bring all your pomp
Precious jewels and your finery
Build me safe haven for tablets of stone
To live through the ages to scold and to guide you
Threaten cajole you and cut to the bone
(Mine is the mountain)

So think of me fondly in spite of the raging
The ranting, the raving, the threatening tone
For I am the father, the power and the glory
And now, for God′s sake, kindly leave me alone
(Mine is the mountain)