A Gift Of Roses

A Gift of Roses by Ian Anderson   I’ve been playing Ian’s music (since ’72) along with I’m sure thousands of   others. Perhaps we could set up a world wide network of those like myself   who would love to meet (and jam) with others with the same love of Tull   music. You might list every major city in America (and the UK Japan etc.)   and ask for a jam group leader for each city. I know you folks are out   there I see you (and have joined you) jamming in the parking lot at every   Tull concert.   Enjoy Bill Ungar   (open strings)   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.   (Chorus) 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.           Chorus   Chorus