Grey Garden

I live beside a dead garden,
Where I pass the time of day.
Come sit and watch the clay harden,
If you’re ever around this way.
A tray with tea for two
Is waiting here for you,
Waiting here in Grey Garden.
If I could live on rainwater,
I’d never leave again.
I’d stay here with my only daughter,
My one and only friend.
Under this old tree is where I like to be,
It’s where I feel like me.
So leave me in my grey garden.
In my grey garden.
I’ll find a bottle one day
With a genie inside who’ll say:?today's your lucky day,
Now wish away this grey,
Bring joy back to the dead garden,
Back to the grey garden.