Ian Anderson performing at his home with a string quartet.
Wondr'ing Aloud
Wond'ring aloud --how we feel today.Last night sipped the sunset --my hands in her hair.We are our own savioursas we start both our hearts beating lifeinto each other.
Wond'ring aloud --will the years treat us well.As she floats in the kitchen,I'm tasting the smellof toast as the butter runs.Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bedand I shake my head.
And it's only the givingthat makes you what you are.