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Lyrics for 'Pussy Willow' by '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 Pussy 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.
Pussy 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.
Pussy 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.
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