 Roots to branches lyrics ( Jethro tull )   
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Artist : Jethro tull
Song : Roots to branches
Words get written. Words get twisted.
Old meanings move in the drift of time.
Lift the flickering torches. See gentle shadows
change
the features of the faces cut in unmoving stone.
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's
listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.
True disciples carrying that message
to colour just a little with their personal
touch.
Home-spun fancy weavers and naked half-believers
--
Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of
snow.
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's
listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.
In wet and windy priest-holes. Grand in vast
cathedrals.
High on lofty minarets or in the temples of doom.
I hope the old man's got his face on.
He'd better be some quick change artist.
Suffer little children to make their minds up
soon.
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's
listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.
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