A Gift Of Roses - 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

Light your guiding beacon to bring this fisher in