Jethro Tull Lyrics
A Gift of Roses

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.
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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.