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A Gift of Roses lyrics
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.
Part of these releases
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- Track 14 on J-Tull Dot Com
- 13 The Dog-Ear Years
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- Track 1 on A Gift of Roses
- 2 Christmas Song
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