met us Yeah yeah, you'll be sorry now Oh wow! You've blown it now Please my dear won't you meet me at the station As the rain falls over the winter gardens
Yeah, they'll be sorry how. OH WOW! they've blown it now So just show show show show show show, show up at the station, And as the rain falls over winter gardens
tell you to go that way, curve From Ecuador, extra raw, repituar, like the reservoir Few Beretta scars, get ya neck ajared Respect ya pa, don't believe, bet a card I need
fools are joking Oh, what does it matter The wash needs ironing and the fire needs stoking She plants her garden in the spring He does the winter shoveling
stick, that's what they called it anyway By the back door because if you Wanted to go outside you'd usually need it Everything's green most of the time except in winter
fake patches on his jacket He's used bleach to fade his jeans With a brand new stay pressed shirt And some creased and wrinkled dreams His face a blemish garden
her up inside safe and warm, She'll sleep for winter she'll sleep for years, The garden's overgrown over her tears. Hide from time, Hide from time. Grow the garden
much to help her pay the rent Later on I formed a band and really hit the big time Ten bucks a night for working at the time We worked through winter gardens
better off Can we say we tried, Can we say we tried? Chours We've left to many things undone Were giving up too soon We need to finish up teh garden
And as I walked through the garden of love. I passed the gates of paradise and the gates of perdition. Maybe the saddest experience of all is that even
in my home I am caressed by my razor And so am not alone I spoon an oversize pillow Which I bought for just that use And to the flowers in my garden
the mornin' and out in the garden Get you a ripe one, don't get a hard one Plant 'em in the spring, eat 'em in the summer All winter without 'em is
terrorism's all the rage your folk get smoked local Blockhead, if you need me, I had to bounce to D.C To bullet-proof mom's flower garden Before the
the mornin', out in the garden Get you a ripe one, hey, don't get a hard one Plant 'em in the spring, eat 'em in the summer All winter with out 'em's
me in Because there's heat beneath your winter Let me in Must be lucky weather When you find the kind of wind that you need C'mon show me all the light
the grass need cutting? Has it changed direction? The chants that only serve to divide The police link with the revenue, the royalties slide Now as poor old joy gardener
wise are mourning-- The fools are joking Oh--what does it matter? The wash needs ironing And the fire needs stoking." She plants her garden in the spring He does the winter
need I've never known a moment to be frozen You're making deals with minutes that will slip away, just slip away So starve the garden stop the rain Winter
