Jethro Tull - Moths

The leaded window opened
to move the dancing candle flame
And the first Moths of summer
suicidal came
And a new breese chattered
in its May-bud tenderness ***
Sending water-lilies sailing
as she turned to get undressed.
And the long night awakened
and we soared on powdered wings ***
Circling our tomorrows
in the wary month of Spring.
Chasing shadows slipping
in a magic lantern slide ***
Creatures of the candle
on a night-light-ride.
Dipping and wearing *** flutter
through golden needle's eye
in our haystack madness. Butterfly-stroking
on a Spring-tide high.
Life's too long (as the Lemming said)