A Gift Of Roses - Jethro Tull
Written by:Ian Anderson
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 honor is of tarnished tin
Light your guiding beacon to bring this fisher in
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
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
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
This sparkling wine is all but empty
Too late for trains and no taxis
I know the feeling
Seems all too contrived
There was no master plan but the fact is
You must stay with me
And learn the secret language of birds
A tentative dawn about to be breaking
On a Rousseau garden with monkeys in hiding
The truth of the matter yet to be spoken
In words on which everything everything's riding
Now stay with me
And learn the secret language of birds
Now stay with me
And learn the secret language of birds
Circled by swallows
In a world for the weary
Courted by warblers
Wicked and eloquent trilling
Lie in the stillness
Window cracked open
Extended moments hours for the taking
Careless hair on the pillow
A bold brush stroke
Painted verse with a chorus
The chorus in waiting
Stay with me
And learn the secret language of birds
Yeah stay with me
And learn the secret language of birds
Stay with me
Learn the secret language of birds
Now stay with me
And learn the secret language of birds
Yeah stay with me
Learn the secret language of birds