Interpret:

Jethro Tull

Album:

Warchild

In and out of the front door, 
ran twelve back-door angels. 
Their hair was a golden-brown --- 
they didn't see me wink my eye. 


`Tis said they put we men 
to sleep with just a whisper, 
And touch the heads of dying dogs --- 
and make them linger. 


They carry their candles high --- 
and they light the dark hours. 
And sweep all the country clean 
with pressed and scented wild-flowers. 


They grow all their roses red, 
and paint our skies blue --- 
drop one penny in every second bowl --- 
make half the beggars lose, 
why do the faithful have 
such a will to believe in something? 


And call it the name they choose, 
having chosen nothing. 
Think I'll sit down and invent some fool --- 
some Grand Court Jester. 


And next time the die is cast, he'll throw a six or two. 
In and out of the back-door, ran one front-door angel, 
Her hair was a golden-brown --- 
she smiled and I think she winked her eye.