Jethro Tull A Gift Of Roses Lyrics
I count the hours... you count the days.
Together, we count the minutes in this Passion Play.
Walk dusty miles. And I ride that train
on a first class ticket, just to be with you again.
Picking up tired feet. Back from a far horizon.
Cleaned up and brushed down. Dressed to look the part.
Fresh from God's garden, I bring a gift of roses...
To stand in sweet spring water and press them to your heart.
Like the Kipling cat, I walk alone -
Never inviting trouble, never casting the stone.
But this badge of honour is of tarnished tin.
Light your guiding beacon to bring this fisher in.
See also other Jethro Tull lyrics
- Grace Lyrics
- Heat Lyrics
- Fly By Night Lyrics
- Hymn 43 Lyrics
- Occasional Demons Lyrics
- Wounded, Old And Treacherous Lyrics
- Cup of Wonder Lyrics
- Broadford Bazaar Lyrics
- Uniform Lyrics
- A Gift Of Roses Lyrics
- Broadsword Lyrics
- With You There To Help Me Lyrics