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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.

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.

Lightyour guiding beacon to bring this fisher in.

Jethro Tull

A Gift Of Roses / Jethro Tull

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