Back-Door Angels - Jethro Tull

In and out of the front door

Ran twelve back-door angels

Their hair was a golden-brown

They didn’t see me wink my eye

'Tis said they put we men to sleep

With just a whisper

And touch the heads of dying dogs

And make them linger

They carry their candles high

And they light the dark hours

And sweep all the country clean

With pressed and scented wild-flowers

They grow all their roses red

And paint our skies blue

Drop one penny in every second bowl

Make half the beggars lose

Why do the faithful have such a will

To believe in something?

And call it the name they choose

Having chosen nothing

Think I’ll sit down and invent some fool

Some Grand Court Jester

And next time the die is cast

He’ll throw a six or two

In and out of the back-door ran

One front-door angel

Her hair was a golden-brown

She smiled and I think she winked her eye