they keep answering that bell And one more starry-eyed messiah Meets a violent farewell- Learn to be still Learn to be still Now the flowers in your garden
in the mornin', and out in the garden Get you a ripe one, don't pick a hard 'un Plant 'em in the spring, eat 'em in the summer All winter without 'em
does it matter? The wash needs ironing And the fire needs stoking She plants her garden in the spring (Lay down your arms) (Study war no more) He does the winter
just disproved Newton's law How can I break even with the weeds In love so beyond my needs Blossoms on you Mama's rose This is how the garden grows
Shanty And so it was that you were born Into this world one winter morning, With a childish innocence you smiled at me And I was born again. Boy solo
I will make my way alone I will not return in winter If I be not back by fall Seek me when this small sunflower Stands above the garden wall Fare you
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
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
I knew a girl named Summer But I wished her away... I need my cold girl Winter to satisfy me these days... But maybe she'll surprise me! But I don't
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
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
in the mornin' 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 with out `em's a culinary
let me in Because there's heat beneath your winter let me in Must be lucky whether when you find the kind of wind that you need Come on show me all the
all the rage and folk get smoked local Block, if you need me (yeah?) I had to bounce to DC (yeah?) To bullet-proof mom's flower garden before the war
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