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Jethro Tull - Pussy Willow lyrics
In the half-tone light of a young morning She signs and shifls on the pillow And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly To kiss the Pussy Willow. In her fairy-tale world she's a lost soul singing In a sad voice nobody hears. She waits in her castle of make-believing For her white Knight to appear. Pussy Willow - down far-lined avenue Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes Runs for the train - see, eight o'clock's coming Cutting dreams down to size again. She longs for the East and a pale dress flowing An apartment in old Mayfair Or to fish the Spey, spinning the first run of Spring Or to die for a cause somewhere. Pussy Willow - down fur-lined avenue Brushing the sleep for her young woman eyes Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter humming Cutting dreams down to size again |
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