What a sight for my eyes
to see you in sleep.
Could it stop the sun rise
hearing you weep?
You're not seen,
you're not heard
but I stand by my word.
Came a thousand miles
just to catch you
while you're smiling.

What a day for laughter
and walking at night.
Me following after,
your hand holding tight.
And the memory stays clear
with the song that you hear.
If I can but make
the words awake the feeling.

- - - - -

So why are you holding
my hand tonight?
Well, am I feeling so
cold to the touch?
Do my eyes seem to focus
On some distant point?
Why do I find it hard
to talk too much?

And who was I
to last forever?
I didn't promise
to stay the pace.
Not in this lifetime, babe
But we'll cling together:
Some kind of heaven
written in your face.

- Jethro Tull -