Lyrics:
Jethro Tull The Secret Language Of Birds

Hardy's not for kissinga?¦ Expression, no explosion, or whispered promises in clichA© or in rhyme. Instead let's talk the secret language of birds

know the feeling. Seems all too contrived. There was no master plan but the fact is: you must stay with me and learn the secret language of birds.

Translation: Jethro Tull. The Secret Language Of Birds, Pt. Ii.

know the feeling. Seems all too contrived. There was no master plan but the fact is: you must stay with me and learn the secret language of birds.

: Down at the church the flower girl sits. Legs innocent, apart. I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart. Painted sister stopped beside.

: Hard black crows bobbing where once ran deep furrows. Frazzled oak silhouetted in her ivy dress. Winter sun catches dog fox through thin hedges:

: In all my lives, I never knew anyone like you before. Woke up one day, swore I heard the sound of heaven knocking on my door. And after all these

: Dear uncle sold her into the purest kind of slavery. Hood-eyed little middlemen profited from damaged goods along the way. Good angels brought her

: Night close in on a shanty town. Panama freighter wearing rusty brown. She sails tomorrow and she's homeward bound. Head up on a lumpy sea. I'm