Jethro Tull - ***** Willow Lyrics
In the half-tone light of a young morningShe sighs and shifts on the pillow.And across her face dancing, the first shadows flyTo kiss the ***** willow.In her fairy-tale world shes a lost soul singingIn a sad voice nobody hears.She waits in her castle of make-believingFor her white knight to appear.Pusy willow --- down fur-lined avenueBrushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.Runs for the train --- see, eight oclocks comingCutting dreams down to size again.***** willow --- down fur-lined avenueBrushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.Runs from the train. hear her typewriter hummingCutting dreams down to size again.She longs for the east and a pale dress flowingAn apartment in old mayfair.Or to fish the spey, spinning the first run of springOr to die for a cause somewhere.***** willow --- down fur-lined avenueBrushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.Runs from the train. hear her typewriter hummingCutting dreams down to size again.
