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The Gardener Of Eden (A Three Piece Suite) - The Style Council

True I was a gardener once upon a time

When the world was young and all the earth was mine

Mine to tend to to plough and to sow

Before mankind came and rendered all things low

And beauty was it's first name by this I would call

And ready the harvest for one and for all

The orchards and the wheat fields which could of fed the world

Were divided up like money and sold through human slaves

The rivers fresh the hillsides that had no need of name

Now ran red with the life blood and drunk with guilty shame

The gentle bough was broken and twisted out of shape

And who knows the consequences when the bough doth break

The mother soil which reared it's young now reared her angry head

And rain fell down like teardrops upon the flower beds

The blame for this I'm in no doubt is mine and mine alone

But so proud was I of my work I had to share it's growth

This true I was a gardener in the time before the flood

Now these green fingers of mine are stained by angels' blood