Songs from the Wood Songtext

von Jethro Tull

Let me bring you songs from the wood
To make you feel much better than you
Could know ?
Dust you down from tip to toe -
Show you how the garden grows ?
Hold you steady as you go ?
Join the chorus if you can:
It'll makes of you an honest man.

Let me bring you love from the field:
Poppies red and roses filled with
Summer rain
To heal the wound and still the pain
That threatens again and again
As you drag down every lovers' lane.
Life's long celebration's here.
I'll toast you all in penny cheer.

Let me bring you all things refined:
Galliards and Lute songs served in chilling ale.
Greeting well-met fellow, hail!
I am the wind top fill your sail.
I am the cross to take your nail:
A singer of these ageless times ?
With kitchen prose and gutter rymes.

Songs from the wood make you feel much better

Let me bring you love from the field:
Poppies red and roses filled with
Summer rain
To heal the wound and still the pain
That threatens again and again
As you drag down every lovers' lane.
Life's long celebration's here.
I'll toast you all in penny cheer.

Songs from the wood make you feel much better