The Garden Song - Amanda Shires

I let him into my garden--

a bad mistake--

and what used to be lovely

has gone away.

Gone away, the sparrows

and the silver leaf plums.

Fruits have fallen wasted

and left spoiling in the sun.

Oh what a mess he made.

Oh what a mess he made.

Our shape in the lilies

crushed where we lay,

and withered went the roses,

thorns and shame.

Thorns and shame.

He took with him the rain.

He took what was lovely

and left me hollow here to waste.

Oh what a mess he made.

Oh what a mess he made.

He overturned the silver fountain

now it’s water’s running mud,

and ruined all relfections

and ruined my love.

My love, my love,

down fell the doves,

gray-eyed and flightless,

down fell the doves.

Oh what a mess he made.

Oh what a mess he made.