Out in the garden, amongst the bushes, Michael is crying.
| Caught in a spider's web, its broken wings beating, a butterfly dying.
| Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
| la, la, la, la, la, la, la
| And they in their wisdom say
| "Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind".
| 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.
| But out in the garden, he talks in soft whispers, like the wind in the leaves.
| Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
| la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
| And they in their wisdom say
| "Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind".
| 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.
| But he doesn't answer, though he easily hears each leaf as it falls.
| Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
| la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
| And they in their wisdom say
| "Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind".
| Well they must be blind, for they can't see what Michael sees.
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| Michael where are you ?
| Michael where are we,
| 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.
| At one with the insects, the flowers, and the trees, and the wind and the birds.
| Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
| la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
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| Oh Michael sees all
| Behind the high walls
| Surrounding his kingdom,
| Whilst we in our wisdom
| Still trapped in the spider's web
| Far from the flow and ebb
| Of life in the garden
| But Michael has pardoned
| Us for he sees
| That really he's free
| And there's nothing to mend
| For his wings are not broken
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| And they in their wisdom say
| "Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind".
| They've seen the signs, but Michael feels fine inside the garden.
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| Michael In The Garden
| Ralph McTell |
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