garden

Walk around the garden, choking at the weeds

Won't you come and help me try and sow some seeds

All the trees are weeping, branches hanging low

Seems as if they know that they haven't long to go

All the world's a funfair, hide behind your mask

Say that you're enjoying it if anybody asks

Don't believe in sinners, don't believe in sin

Love is all the answers so why don't we begin

Taking up the story that Jesus told

It's older than the years

All the seeds he planted have blossomed

Into concrete walls of fear

Lying in the gutter, gazing at the stars

Like to send a letter to the men on Mars

Asking if they'd help us, help us if they could

Come and weed this garden ... or do you think they should?

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The Garden Gate - Roger Hodgson

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