Out in the garden, amongst the bushes, Michael is crying.
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Caught in a spider's web, its broken wings beating, a butterfly dying.
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Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
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la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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And they in their wisdom say
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"Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind".
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Well they must be blind, if they can't see what Michael sees.
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Michael is silent, talking to no one of things that he sees.
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But out in the garden, he talks in soft whispers, like the wind in the leaves.
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Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
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la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
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And they in their wisdom say
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"Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind".
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They've seen the signs, but they can't see what Michael sees.
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And inside the building someone is calling his name through the halls.
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But he doesn't answer, though he easily hears each leaf as it falls.
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Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
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la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
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And they in their wisdom say
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"Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind".
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Well they must be blind, for they can't see what Michael sees.
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Michael where are you ?
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Michael where are we,
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We who see that there's something wrong with your mind?
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And inside the garden Michael is smiling, at peace in his world.
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At one with the insects, the flowers, and the trees, and the wind and the birds.
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Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
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la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
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Oh Michael sees all
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Behind the high walls
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Surrounding his kingdom,
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Whilst we in our wisdom
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Still trapped in the spider's web
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Far from the flow and ebb
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Of life in the garden
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But Michael has pardoned
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Us for he sees
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That really he's free
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And there's nothing to mend
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For his wings are not broken
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And they in their wisdom say
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"Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind".
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They've seen the signs, but Michael feels fine inside the garden.
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Michael In The Garden
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| Ralph McTell |
