a gift of roses

Jethro Tull

Tom: C

I've been playing Ian's music (since '72) along with I'm sure, thousands of  
others. Perhaps we could set up a world wide network of those like myself  
who would love to meet (and jam) with others with the same love of Tull  
music. You might list every major city in America (and the UK, Japan etc.)  
and ask for a jam group leader for each city. I know you folks are out  
there, I see you (and have joined you) jamming in the parking lot at every  
Tull concert.  
Enjoy, Bill Ungar  
 
(open strings)  
 
                 F       C                   G  
I count the hours, you count the days together,  
     F                                   G          F //////  
we count the minutes in this passion play.  
                  F        C                   G  
Walk dusty miles, and I ride that train,  
       F             C                  G               F //////  
on a first class ticket, just to be with you again.  

(Chorus)
                D     G     D                    G  
Picking up tired feet, back from a far horizon,  
                        D          G       D                          C  
Cleaned up and brushed down, dressed to look the part.  
D                        G           D                 G  
Fresh from God's garden, I bring a gift of roses  
     D                            G             D  
                         C  
to stand in sweet spring water and press them to your heart.  
 
                       F       C       G  
Like the Kipling cat, I walk alone,  
           F       C                  G              F  
never inviting trouble, never casting the stone.  
                                            C           G  
But this badge of honour is of tarnished tin,  
               F         C             G                    F  
light your guiding beacon to bring this fisher in.  
 
Chorus  
 
Chorus