Ian Anderson - Back-Door Angels lyrics

In and out of the front door Ran twelve back-door angels Their hair was a golden-brown They didn't see me wink my eye 'Tis said they put we men to sleep With just a whisper And touch the heads of dying dogs And make them linger They carry their candles high And they light the dark hours And sweep all the country clean With pressed and scented wild-flowers They grow all their roses red And paint our skies blue Drop one penny in every second bowl Make half the beggars lose Why do the faithful have such a will To believe in something? And call it the name they choose Having chosen nothing Think I'll sit down and invent some fool Some Grand Court Jester And next time the die is cast He'll throw a six or two In and out of the back-door ran One front-door angel Her hair was a golden-brown She smiled and I think she winked her eye