Jethro Tull - We Used To Know

Nights of winter turn me cold fears of dying, getting old. We ran the race and the race was won by running slowly. Could be soon we'll cease to sound. Slowly upstairs, faster down. Then to revisit stony grounds, we used to know. Remembering mornings, shilling spent, made no sense to leave the bed. The bad old days they came an went giving way to fruitful years. Solo Saving up the birds in hand while in the bush the others land. Tale what we can before the man says it's time to go. Each to his own way I'll go mine. Best of luck with what you find. But for your own sake remember times we used to know. Solo