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Lyrics for 'A Gift Of Roses' by '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.
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