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P**sy Willow - Jethro Tull
In the half-tone light of a young morning
She sighs and shifts on the pillow
And across her face dancing the first shadows fly
To kiss the P**sy Willow
In her fairy-tale world she's a lost soul singing
In a sad voice nobody hears
She waits in her castle of make-believing
For her white knight to appear
Pusy Willow --- down fur-lined avenue
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes
Runs for the train --- see eight o'clock's coming
Cutting dreams down to size again
P**sy Willow --- down fur-lined avenue
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes
Runs from the train Hear her typewriter humming
Cutting dreams down to size again
She longs for the East and a pale dress flowing
An apartment in old Mayfair
Or to fish the Spey spinning the first run of Spring
Or to die for a cause somewhere
P**sy Willow --- down fur-lined avenue
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes
Runs from the train Hear her typewriter humming
Cutting dreams down to size again
P**sy Willow P**sy Willow P**sy Willow P**sy Willow
