Besedila:
Jethro Tull Roots To Branches

So why are you holding my hand tonight? I'm not intending to go far away I'm just slipping through to the back room I'll leave you messages almost everyday

Desert candle in a tented space Throwing softer shadows on a covered face Sister, silent to the likes of me Pay my respects to her propriety Is this

Roots down in the wet clay Branches glistening Roots to branches Roots to branches Roots to branches Roots to branches Roots to branches Roots to branches

Brings jasmine tea on a painted tray And bends to kiss my frown away But I'm still stuck in the August rain Stuck out in the cloudburst once again The

Wake hard in the morning, see the young girl milking Stream rushing by on a bed of stone Old goats and sandstone cracking, all containing Squeezing that

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

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

: Glued to the kerbstone, staring. Frozen at the stop-sign too. See that crazy suicide mongrel. He's going to try to cross that avenue. Old dog of

: Wake hard in the morning. See the young girl milking. Stream rushing by on a bed of stone. Old goats and sandstone cracking All containing Squeezing