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Wond'ring Aloud
by Jethro Tull
Wond’ring Aloud, how we feel today?
Last night set the sunset, my hand in her hair.
We are our own saviors, as we start, both our hearts,
beating life
Into each other
Wond’ring aloud, will the years treat us well?
As she floats in the kitchen, I’m tasting the smell
Of toast as the butter runs, then she comes, spilling
crumbs, on the bed
and I shake my head
And it’s only the giving that makes you, what you are.
We wandered through quiet lands, felt the first breath of snow.
Searched for the last pigeon, slate grey I’ve been told.
Stumbled on a daffodil, which she crushed, in the rush, heard it sigh
And left it to die.
At once felt remorse, and we’re touched by the loss of our own
Held its poor broken head in her hand, dropped some tears in the snow
And it’s only the taking that makes you, what you are
Wond’ring aloud, will the son one day be born
To share in our infancy, in the chance path we’ve worn
In the aging seclusion of this earth, that our birth did suprise
We’ll open his eyes.
Last night set the sunset, my hand in her hair.
We are our own saviors, as we start, both our hearts,
beating life
Into each other
Wond’ring aloud, will the years treat us well?
As she floats in the kitchen, I’m tasting the smell
Of toast as the butter runs, then she comes, spilling
crumbs, on the bed
and I shake my head
And it’s only the giving that makes you, what you are.
We wandered through quiet lands, felt the first breath of snow.
Searched for the last pigeon, slate grey I’ve been told.
Stumbled on a daffodil, which she crushed, in the rush, heard it sigh
And left it to die.
At once felt remorse, and we’re touched by the loss of our own
Held its poor broken head in her hand, dropped some tears in the snow
And it’s only the taking that makes you, what you are
Wond’ring aloud, will the son one day be born
To share in our infancy, in the chance path we’ve worn
In the aging seclusion of this earth, that our birth did suprise
We’ll open his eyes.