| Song | Roots to Branches |
| Artist | Jethro Tull |
| Album | LIVING WITH THE PAST |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anderson | |
| Words get written, words get twisted | |
| Old meanings move in the drift of time | |
| Lift the flickering torches, see gentle shadows change | |
| The features of the faces cut in unmoving stone | |
| Bad mouth on a prayer day | |
| Hope no one's listening | |
| Roots down in the wet clay | |
| Branches glistening | |
| True disciples carrying that message | |
| To color just a little with their personal touch | |
| Home-spun fancy weavers and naked half believers | |
| Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow | |
| Bad mouth on a prayer day | |
| Hope no one's listening | |
| Roots down in the wet clay | |
| Branches glistening | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches | |
| In wet and windy priest holes, grand in vast cathedrals | |
| High on lofty minarets or in a temples of doom | |
| I hope the old man's got his face on | |
| He'd better be some quick change artist | |
| Suffer little children to make their minds up soon | |
| Bad mouth on a prayer day | |
| Hope no one's listening | |
| Roots down in the wet clay | |
| Branches glistening | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches |
| zuo ci : Anderson | |
| Words get written, words get twisted | |
| Old meanings move in the drift of time | |
| Lift the flickering torches, see gentle shadows change | |
| The features of the faces cut in unmoving stone | |
| Bad mouth on a prayer day | |
| Hope no one' s listening | |
| Roots down in the wet clay | |
| Branches glistening | |
| True disciples carrying that message | |
| To color just a little with their personal touch | |
| Homespun fancy weavers and naked half believers | |
| Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow | |
| Bad mouth on a prayer day | |
| Hope no one' s listening | |
| Roots down in the wet clay | |
| Branches glistening | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches | |
| In wet and windy priest holes, grand in vast cathedrals | |
| High on lofty minarets or in a temples of doom | |
| I hope the old man' s got his face on | |
| He' d better be some quick change artist | |
| Suffer little children to make their minds up soon | |
| Bad mouth on a prayer day | |
| Hope no one' s listening | |
| Roots down in the wet clay | |
| Branches glistening | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches |
| zuò cí : Anderson | |
| Words get written, words get twisted | |
| Old meanings move in the drift of time | |
| Lift the flickering torches, see gentle shadows change | |
| The features of the faces cut in unmoving stone | |
| Bad mouth on a prayer day | |
| Hope no one' s listening | |
| Roots down in the wet clay | |
| Branches glistening | |
| True disciples carrying that message | |
| To color just a little with their personal touch | |
| Homespun fancy weavers and naked half believers | |
| Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow | |
| Bad mouth on a prayer day | |
| Hope no one' s listening | |
| Roots down in the wet clay | |
| Branches glistening | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches | |
| In wet and windy priest holes, grand in vast cathedrals | |
| High on lofty minarets or in a temples of doom | |
| I hope the old man' s got his face on | |
| He' d better be some quick change artist | |
| Suffer little children to make their minds up soon | |
| Bad mouth on a prayer day | |
| Hope no one' s listening | |
| Roots down in the wet clay | |
| Branches glistening | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches | |
| Roots to branches |