The Silver Cord - Jethro Tull

«do you still see me even here?»\n(the silver cord lies on the ground.)\n«and so i’m dead'», the young man said\nover the hill (not a wish away).\nmy friends (as one) all stand aligned\nalthough their taxis came too late.\nthere was a rush along the fulham road.\nthere was a hush in the passion play.\nSuch a sense of glowing in the aftermath\nripe with rich attainments all imagined\nsad misdeeds in disarray\nthe sore thumb screams aloud,\nechoing out of the passion play.\nall the old familiar choruses come crowding in a different key:\nmelodies decaying in sweet dissonance.\nthere was a rush along the fulham road\ninto the ever-passion play.\nAnd who comes here to wish me well?\na sweetly-scented angel fell.\nshe laid her head upon my disbelief\nand bathed me with her ever-smile.\nand with a howl across the sand\ni go escorted by a band of gentlemen in leather bound\nno-one (but someone to be found).