In the half-tone light of a young morning she sighs and shifts on the pillow. And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly to kiss the Pussy Willow.
In her fairy-tale world she's a lost soul singing in a sad voice nobody hears. She waits in her castle of make-believing for her white knight to appear.
Pusy Willow --- down fur-lined avenue brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. Runs for the train --- see, eight o'clock's coming cutting dreams down to size again.
Pussy Willow --- down fur-lined avenue brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter humming cutting dreams down to size again.
She longs for the East and a pale dress flowing an apartment in old Mayfair. Or to fish the Spey, spinning the first run of Spring or to die for a cause somewhere.
Pussy Willow --- down fur-lined avenue brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter humming cutting dreams down to size again.
Compositor: Ian Scott Anderson (Ian Anderson) (PRS)Editor: Anderson Ian Music Ltd (PRS)Administração: Butterfly Music Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2006 (22/Nov) e lançado em 2006 (01/Jul)ECAD verificado obra #17228110 e fonograma #1130489 em 10/Abr/2024