Jethro Tull - Warchild

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.