jethro tull - 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.
light your guiding beacon to bring this fisher in.