Roots to Branches

Roots to Branches - Jethro Tull

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Words get written. Words get twisted.

Old meanings move in the drift of time.

Lift the flickering torches.

See gentle shadows change

the features of 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 carrying that message

to colour just a little with their personal touch.

Home-spun fancy weavers

and naked half-believers --

Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow.

 

Bad mouth on a prayer day,

hope no one's listening.

Roots down in the wet clay,

branches glistening.

 

Roots to branches

Roots to branches

Roots to branches

 

Done