The Style Council - The Gardener of Eden (A Three Piece Suite) lyrics
[The Style Council - The Gardener of Eden A Three Piece Suite lyrics]
True I was a gardener, once upon a time
When the world ws 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 wheatfields which
Could've 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
'Tis true I was a gardener in
The time before the flood
Now these greenfingers of mine -
Are stained by angels blood
When the world ws 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 wheatfields which
Could've 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
'Tis true I was a gardener in
The time before the flood
Now these greenfingers of mine -
Are stained by angels blood