Jethro Tull
앨범 : Minstrel In The Gallery (Special Edit.)

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