Текст Jethro Tull – Bends Like A Willow

She’s catching the wind… the gentlest of breezes.
It’s a sensitive passage she’s sailing —
Through stormy straits, navigates my unfathomable failings.

She rises before me, reading me clearly.

I’m swept in the riptide. Caught in a fish trap.
Gift-wrapped in my soft self centre.
Summer sun leaves me as one who can only taste winter.
She’s a good, a good God-send… she can bend like a willow.

With a fully armed angel to cover me quickly,
I’m cool under enemy fire.
If I fall, she can crawl right under the wire.

When I’m caustic and cold, she might dare to be bold —
ease me round to her warm way of thinking…
fill me up from the cup of love that she’s drinking.
And I find, given time, I can bend like a willow.
She bends like a willow
Bends like a willow.
Like a willow.
Willow.