Wond'ring Again (Jethro Tull, Living in the Past, 1972)

There's a stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea
And the motor car magical world long since cease to be
When the Eve-bitten apple returned to destroy the tree
Incestuous ancestry's Charabanc ride
Spawning new millions throws the world on its side
Supporting their far flung illusion, the national curse
"And those with no sandwiches, please get off the bus"

The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays
And the brainwashing government lackeys, "what have us a say!?
"It's under control and we'll soon be on our way.
To a grand year for babies, and quiz panel games,
of the hot, hungry millions you'll be sure to remain."
The natural resources are dwindling, and no one grows old.
"And those with no homes to go to please dig yourselves holes."

We wandered through quiet lands, felt the first breath of snow
Searched for the last pigeon, slate grey I've been told
Stumbled on a daffodil which she crushed in the rush
heard it sigh, and left it to die.
At once felt remorse and were touched by the loss of our own.
Held its poor broken head in her hands, dropped soft tears in the snow
"And its only the taking that makes you what you are."

Wond'ring aloud will a son one day be born.
To share in our infancy, in the child's path we've worn.
In the aging seclusion of this earth that our birth did surprise
We'll open his eyes.

Compare:

Wond'ring Aloud (Jethro Tull, Aqualung, 1971)

Wond'ring aloud how we feel today
Last night sipped the sunset, my hand in her hair
We are our own saviors as we start both our hearts beating life
into each other.

Wond'ring aloud will the years treat us well
As she floats in the kitchen, I'm tasting the smell
Of toast as the butter runs then she comes spilling crumbs on the bed
and I shake my head


And its only the giving that makes you what you are.