The Zealot Gene cover

Shoshana Sleeping Paroles

Jethro Tull

Album The Zealot Gene

Paroles de Shoshana Sleeping

Sleep: the time's not yet
Early birds soon crowing
Wake when dawn declares
Woman risen from childish airs
I watch, across the room
Dancing shadow, torch outside
Lights path down cobbled lane
Which I have walked, will walk again

Sweet field lily, sweet Shoshana
Names to conjure fragrant danger
Fingers tremble, trace the line
From nape to sacrum down the spine

Poisoned prize a trophy
Freely taken, hardly won
A minute, holds back hours
Bud emboldened, forest flowers
Moist under my hand
She sleeps; breath comes quickly
A sigh parts silky lips
Soft-swell breasts, proud goldеn tips

Sweet field lily, sweet Shoshana
Names to conjure fragrant dangеr
My fingers tremble, trace the line Chapter, verse, another story
Brushed eyelids gently closed
Beauty framed in dawn-light
Savored moment blessed
A kiss, farewell, and leave to rest

Sweet field lily, sweet Shoshana
Names to conjure fragrant danger
My fingers tremble, trace the line
From nape to sacrum down the spine