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 silverleaf 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 with 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's made
Oh what a mess he made
Oh what a mess he made
Oh what a mess he made
He overturned the silver fountain
Now its water's running mud
And ruined all reflections
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's made
