Original Broadway Cast, The Mystery of Edwin Drood, Cleo Laine - The Garden Path to Hell lyrics
[Original Broadway Cast, The Mystery of Edwin Drood, Cleo Laine - The Garden Path to Hell lyrics]
I was once your nan then I met a man
Tall and all with golden hair
He's where my end began
Let him have his way with me
He knew his way so well
Led me down the garden path to hell
Marriage in me 'ead what I got instead
Was a bed in Camden town and
Then to me 'e said:
"Should I send around a friend?
Be nice to him, this swell
Stroll him down your garden path to hell"
Make your bed of roses and sleep in it
Cuddle deep in it and pray you never wake
Soon the deadly Poppies come cropping up
Fairly popping from the seeds of one mistake
One me back all day earning Satan's pay
Took to drink so's not to think
Of who'd come next to play
Gave my gent ev'ry cent and
He gave me farewell
Leaving me to weed the path to hell
Life's a maze of hedges that prickle you
As they tickle you
They'll tear you all about
Strolling down the maze is amusing, too
But confusing when you find
There's no way out lost me looks by then
Couldn't draw the men
So I learned a trade and earned
My keep with drugs and then
Found myself a wicked shelf
Where opium I sell
Here's a pipe for you, sir
Price is five and two, sir
Can't you see the garden
It's such a lovely garden
I'll take you there, I know the path so well
To hell to hell
Tall and all with golden hair
He's where my end began
Let him have his way with me
He knew his way so well
Led me down the garden path to hell
Marriage in me 'ead what I got instead
Was a bed in Camden town and
Then to me 'e said:
"Should I send around a friend?
Be nice to him, this swell
Stroll him down your garden path to hell"
Make your bed of roses and sleep in it
Cuddle deep in it and pray you never wake
Soon the deadly Poppies come cropping up
Fairly popping from the seeds of one mistake
One me back all day earning Satan's pay
Took to drink so's not to think
Of who'd come next to play
Gave my gent ev'ry cent and
He gave me farewell
Leaving me to weed the path to hell
Life's a maze of hedges that prickle you
As they tickle you
They'll tear you all about
Strolling down the maze is amusing, too
But confusing when you find
There's no way out lost me looks by then
Couldn't draw the men
So I learned a trade and earned
My keep with drugs and then
Found myself a wicked shelf
Where opium I sell
Here's a pipe for you, sir
Price is five and two, sir
Can't you see the garden
It's such a lovely garden
I'll take you there, I know the path so well
To hell to hell