Letra de Wond'ring Aloud, Again (Full Morgan Version) - Jethro Tull
Letra de canci�n de Wond'ring Aloud, Again (Full Morgan Version) de Jethro Tull lyrics
Wond'ring aloud
how we feel today
Last night sipped the sunset
my hands in her hair
We are our own saviours
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 later I'm out where the late workers shouting for more
and giving himself completely she did long before
And it's only the giving
that makes you what you are
Wond'ring aloud will a son one day be born
to share in our infancy
in the child's path we've worn
In the aging seclusion of this earth that our birth did surprise
we'll open his eyes
There's the stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea
and the motor car magical world long since ceased to be
when the Eve-bitten apple returned to destroy the tree
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Incestuous ancestry's charabanc ride
spawning new millions throws the world on its side
Supporting their far-flung illusion, the national curse
and those with no sandwiches please get off the bus
The excrement bubbles, the century's slime decays
and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say
it's under control and we'll soon be on our way
to a grand year for babies and quiz panel games
of the hot hungry millions you'll be sure to remain
The natural resources are dwindling and no one grows old
and those with no homes to go to, please dig yourself holes
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 were touched by the loss of our own
held its poor broken head in her hands
dropped soft tears in the snow
and it's only the taking that makes you what you are
Wond'ring aloud will a son one day be born
to share in our infancy
in the child's path we've worn
In the aging seclusion of this earth that our birth did surprise
we'll open his eyes
how we feel today
Last night sipped the sunset
my hands in her hair
We are our own saviours
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 later I'm out where the late workers shouting for more
and giving himself completely she did long before
And it's only the giving
that makes you what you are
Wond'ring aloud will a son one day be born
to share in our infancy
in the child's path we've worn
In the aging seclusion of this earth that our birth did surprise
we'll open his eyes
There's the stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea
and the motor car magical world long since ceased to be
when the Eve-bitten apple returned to destroy the tree
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/wond-ring-aloud--again--full-morgan-version--jethro-tull.php
Incestuous ancestry's charabanc ride
spawning new millions throws the world on its side
Supporting their far-flung illusion, the national curse
and those with no sandwiches please get off the bus
The excrement bubbles, the century's slime decays
and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say
it's under control and we'll soon be on our way
to a grand year for babies and quiz panel games
of the hot hungry millions you'll be sure to remain
The natural resources are dwindling and no one grows old
and those with no homes to go to, please dig yourself holes
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 were touched by the loss of our own
held its poor broken head in her hands
dropped soft tears in the snow
and it's only the taking that makes you what you are
Wond'ring aloud will a son one day be born
to share in our infancy
in the child's path we've worn
In the aging seclusion of this earth that our birth did surprise
we'll open his eyes
