Garden - Fly My Pretties, Anna Coddington

Lay me to sleep in this bed

soft and silent I am free.

Come back to life as I rest

let the night bend over me.

(chorus)

This is not the world I know

this wind blows

with a strange scent.

I watch my garden grow,

dark and low,

its body bent.

I dream I sink to the depths

watch the light above disappear.

I wake with fear in my chest

and feel strangers in the air.

(chorus)

This is not the world I know

this wind blows

with a strange scent.

I watch my garden grow,

dark and low

its body bent.

This is still the world we know

the wind will blow

the dead leaves away.

To let our garden grow

to more room

we can start again.