A gift of roses
Jethro tull
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.
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.
Lightyour guiding beacon to bring this fisher in.
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