Jethro Tull

Jethro Tull - A Gift Of Roses lyrics

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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.
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Author: Ian Anderson

Composer: Ian Anderson

Publisher: Fuel 2000

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Released in: 2000

Language: English

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