作曲 : Ian Anderson
 The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water
 As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea
 The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other
 As the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed
 The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling
 But the master of the house is far away
 The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding
 In the sharp and frosty morning of the day
 And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword
 And the youngest of the family is moving with authority
 Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside