Garden of Eden
Lemon trees, I could sit there for hours
Flowers spoke, and the rain felt like summer
Golden fields, like a fence round our kingdom
And every branch was a new wall of wisdom
We were safe, we were safe in our heaven
And little feet ran around in the garden
But then we learnt, we learnt about grieving
And all was gone, like the garden of Eden
And so the story goes
Of little feet that marched to church to your funeral
They wondered if they'd ever get a mothers love
But they were told they'd meet again
In the Garden of Eden
On the pillowcase, many tears made their patterns
Night and day, while the walls round them shattered
Now other feet they run around in our garden
But at school we laughed, it was our magic armour
And so the story goes
Of little feet that marched to church to your funeral
They wondered if they'd ever get a mothers love
But they were told they'd meet again
In the Garden of Eden
And they heard stories, yeah, people preached
About a land where angels rest
That she is watching us and she's proud
We just have to do our best
So I locked my door and I sang
Played guitar 'till my fingers bleed
One day I'll buy back our house
And the mother I never had
And so the story goes
Of little feet that marched to church to your funeral
They wondered if they'd ever get a mothers love
But they were told they'd meet again
In the Garden of Eden
Flowers spoke, and the rain felt like summer
Golden fields, like a fence round our kingdom
And every branch was a new wall of wisdom
We were safe, we were safe in our heaven
And little feet ran around in the garden
But then we learnt, we learnt about grieving
And all was gone, like the garden of Eden
And so the story goes
Of little feet that marched to church to your funeral
They wondered if they'd ever get a mothers love
But they were told they'd meet again
In the Garden of Eden
On the pillowcase, many tears made their patterns
Night and day, while the walls round them shattered
Now other feet they run around in our garden
But at school we laughed, it was our magic armour
And so the story goes
Of little feet that marched to church to your funeral
They wondered if they'd ever get a mothers love
But they were told they'd meet again
In the Garden of Eden
And they heard stories, yeah, people preached
About a land where angels rest
That she is watching us and she's proud
We just have to do our best
So I locked my door and I sang
Played guitar 'till my fingers bleed
One day I'll buy back our house
And the mother I never had
And so the story goes
Of little feet that marched to church to your funeral
They wondered if they'd ever get a mothers love
But they were told they'd meet again
In the Garden of Eden
Credits
Writer(s): Maria Smith, Victor Thell
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