 A gift of roses lyrics ( Jethro tull )   
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 Rate A Gift Of Roses
Artist : Jethro tull
Song : A gift of roses
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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