Jethro Tull - Pibroch (Cap In Hand) Lyrics
In the half-tone light of a young morningshe sighs and shifts on the pillow.And across her face dancing, the first shadows flyto kiss the ***** Willow.In her fairy-tale world she's a lost soul singingin a sad voice nobody hears.She waits in her castle of make-believefor her white knight to appear.Pusy Willow down fur-lined avenuebrushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.Runs for the train, see: eight o'clock's comingcutting dreams down to size again.***** Willow down fur-lined avenue,brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter humming,cutting dreams down to size again.She longs for the East and a pale dress flowingan apartment in old Mayfair.Or to fish the Spey, spinning the first run of Springor to die for a cause somewhere.***** Willow down fur-lined avenue,brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter humming,cutting dreams down to size again.***** Willow, ***** Willow, ***** Willow, ***** Willow.