Posted By: Ballie (Here lies a soldier...) on 'Poetry'
Title:     In the Garden
Date:      Thu Aug 10 17:45:17 1995


In The Garden

       The streets are always wet with rain 
       After a summer shower when I saw you standin' 
       In the garden in the garden wet with rain 

       You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow 
       As we watched the petals fall down to the ground 
       And as I sat beside you I felt the 
       Great sadness that day in the garden 

       And then one day you came back home 
       You were a creature all in rapture 
       You had the key to your soul 
       And you did open that day you came back to the garden 

       The olden summer breeze was blowin' on your face 
       The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine 
       And you were a violet colour as you 
       Sat beside your father and your mother in the garden 

       The summer breeze was blowin' on your face 
       Within your violet you treasure your summery words 
       And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine 
       Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden 

       And you went into a trance 
       Your childlike vision became so fine 
       And we heard the bells inside the church 
       We loved so much 
       And felt the presence of the youth of 
       Eternal summers in the garden 

       And as it touched your cheeks so lightly 
       Born again you were and blushed and we touched each other lightly 
       And we felt the presence of the Christ 

       And I turned to you and I said 
       No Guru, no method, no teacher 
       Just you and I and nature 
       And the father in the garden 

       No Guru, no method, no teacher 
       Just you and I and nature 
       And the Father and the 
       Son and the Holy Ghost 
       In the garden wet with rain 
       No Guru, no method, no teacher 
       Just you and I and nature and the holy ghost 
       In the garden, in the garden, wet with rain 
       No Guru, no method, no teacher 
       Just you and I and nature 
       And the Father in the garden 

       Van Morrison



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