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Back Door Angels

In and out of the front door, ran twelve back-door angels.

Their hair was a golden-brown - they didn't see me wink my eye.

'Tis said they put we men to sleep with just a whisper,

And touch the heads of dying dogs - and make them linger.

They carry their candles high - and they light the dark hours.

And sweep all the country clean with pressed and scented wild-flowers.


They grow all their roses red, and paint our skies blue -

Drop one penny in every second bowl - make half the beggars lose.

Why do the faithful have such a will to believe in something?

And call it the name they choose, having chosen nothing.


Think I'll sit down and invent some fool - some Grand Court Jester.

And next time the die is cast, he'll throw a six or two.

In and out of the back-door, ran one front-door angel,

Her hair was a golden-brown -

She smiled, and I think she winked her eye

Jethro Tull

Back Door Angels / Jethro Tull

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