In the bright red sky, in the heat of an evening
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When only prisoners sleep.
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She said she couldn't come to the garden,
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See an old man weep.
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She said her dreams were too far to be thought of
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Her scars too wide to heal.
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She said she couldn't come to the garden
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See a blind man kneel.
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She sailed away to a blue horizon
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In floating thoughts she'd sway
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She said she couldn't come to the garden
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See an old man pray.
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She wished them luck as they left on their journey
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Maybe she'd join them soon.
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But she lost her grip at the tip of life's fingers
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Went home and worshiped the moon
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Come In to The Garden
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| Nick Drake |
