Lyrics: A Gift Of Roses
Album: Dot Com
Artist: Jethro Tull
 

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.