| Song | Songs from the Wood |
| Artist | Ian Anderson |
| Album | Best Of Ian Anderson & Jethro Tull |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Let me bring you songs from the wood: | |
| To make you feel much better than you could know. | |
| Dust you down from tip to toe. | |
| Show you how the garden grows. | |
| Hold you steady as you go. | |
| Join the chorus if you can: | |
| It'll make of you an honest man. | |
| Let me bring you love from the field: | |
| Poppies red and roses filled with summer rain. | |
| To heal the wound and still the pain | |
| That threatens again and again | |
| As you drag down every lover's lane. | |
| Life's long celebration's here. | |
| I'll toast you all in penny cheer. | |
| Let me bring you all things refined: | |
| Galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale. | |
| Greetings well met fellow, hail! | |
| I am the wind to fill your sail. | |
| I am the cross to take your nail: | |
| A singer of these ageless times. | |
| With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes. | |
| Songs from the wood make you feel much better. |
| Let me bring you songs from the wood: | |
| To make you feel much better than you could know. | |
| Dust you down from tip to toe. | |
| Show you how the garden grows. | |
| Hold you steady as you go. | |
| Join the chorus if you can: | |
| It' ll make of you an honest man. | |
| Let me bring you love from the field: | |
| Poppies red and roses filled with summer rain. | |
| To heal the wound and still the pain | |
| That threatens again and again | |
| As you drag down every lover' s lane. | |
| Life' s long celebration' s here. | |
| I' ll toast you all in penny cheer. | |
| Let me bring you all things refined: | |
| Galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale. | |
| Greetings well met fellow, hail! | |
| I am the wind to fill your sail. | |
| I am the cross to take your nail: | |
| A singer of these ageless times. | |
| With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes. | |
| Songs from the wood make you feel much better. |
| Let me bring you songs from the wood: | |
| To make you feel much better than you could know. | |
| Dust you down from tip to toe. | |
| Show you how the garden grows. | |
| Hold you steady as you go. | |
| Join the chorus if you can: | |
| It' ll make of you an honest man. | |
| Let me bring you love from the field: | |
| Poppies red and roses filled with summer rain. | |
| To heal the wound and still the pain | |
| That threatens again and again | |
| As you drag down every lover' s lane. | |
| Life' s long celebration' s here. | |
| I' ll toast you all in penny cheer. | |
| Let me bring you all things refined: | |
| Galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale. | |
| Greetings well met fellow, hail! | |
| I am the wind to fill your sail. | |
| I am the cross to take your nail: | |
| A singer of these ageless times. | |
| With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes. | |
| Songs from the wood make you feel much better. |