Pussy Willow - Jethro Tull

In the half-tone light of a young morning

She sighs and shifts on the pillow

And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly

To kiss the Pussy Willow

In her fairy-tale world she’s a lost soul singing

In a sad voice nobody hears

She waits in her castle of make-believe

For her white knight to appear

Pussy Willow down fur-lined avenue

Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes

Runs for the train, see: eight o’clock’s coming

Cutting dreams down to size again

Pussy 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 flowing

An apartment in old Mayfair

Or to fish the Spey, spinning the first run of Spring

Or to die for a cause somewhere

Pussy 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

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