ONCE
MORE TO THE GARDEN
There's
an old ghost
In
a grey suit
On
a green road
Where
the time flew
Where
the words hide
And
the dreams fade
And
the cause died
As
the world frayed
It
was then
It
was when
There
the tide was love
And
the clouds were doves
And
the fields were home
Where
your hopes were grown
And
your stride was sung
In
a voice so young
And
your wars were won
In
the rain and sun
There
you saw them
In
the garden
And the wheel still turns
But
the light still burns
And
the wind blows
Falls
and grows
In
your muse
Dove
coes
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