Roots to Branches Lyrics

Jethro Tull
Roots To Branches
Intro: F#
then riff...
(0:38)
Words get written. Words get twisted.
Old meanings move in the drift of time
Lift the flickering torches.
See gentle shadows change
the features of the faces
cut in unmoving stone
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.
Riff
Verse 2:
True disciples
carrying that message
to colour just a little
with their personal touch.
Home-spun fancy weavers
and naked half-believers
Crusades and creeds
descend like fiery flakes of snow.
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening
Roots to Branches.
Roots to Branches.
Roots to Branches.
Solo around riff in key of B
Verse 3:
In wet and windy priest-holes.
Grand in vast cathedrals
High on lofty minarets
or in the temples of doom
I hope the old man's got his face on.
He'd better be some quick change artist.
Suffer little children
to make their minds up soon.
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.
Roots to Branches.
Roots to Branches.
Roots to Branches.
Switch on F# B
Roots to Branches.
Roots to Branches.
Roots to Branches.
riff 4x
End Riff
End on B
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