A Gift of Roses Jethro Tull
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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
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
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