Jethro Tull - A Gift Of Roses Lyrics




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.
Light your guiding beacon to bring this fisher in.





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  1. Justin Cunningham

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    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.



    Songwriters: Ian Anderson
    A Gift Of Roses lyrics © BMG Rights Management

  2. Sylveadiff

    I do not normally like love songs, but this is an exception.

  3. Steven Haywood

    Great song. Great melody,. great guitar and love the accordion. The muse is constantly visiting Ian Anderson and the boys as much as ever she did, it seems!
    sttgaegoaktd

  4. Rich Rolwing

    Great "rhythm licks" from Martin...

  5. Roses and Songs

    A gft of Roses... and Songs. Beautiful inspired music indeed, thanks.

  6. Gene Stewart

    A lovely balance in this song, these words.