The Garden

Take me back again to your mother’s home
Where once I laid my head
In the yellow grass twenty years ago
The earth, the earth was our bed
It was there between my body and the sky
You moved like Babylon
Your mother’s voice from so far away
Was only heard by the stars
I was seventeen you were twenty-one
The harvest moon has come and gone
The cold fell in with the setting sun
But we had fire of our own
Hands like birds in November
Bodies bare as the branches above
Your mother’s voice from so far away
Was only heard by the stars
No, I don’t recall much of what you said
Ss twenty years takes a toll
When we meet again in that garden
I know our love will be whole