Tale of the Plant, The Water, And the Pardoner

Flowers bloom, they also die
Sometimes come back to life
We sow, we water
Sometimes we cut
The gardener's hand, scarred with love

Mask her scars, inside her glove
We grow, we shrink and wither too
Fall draws near, the leaves become dry
So are you and I

In the gardener's fear she calmly replied
I love you my dear, I'll see you next year

Lover would you take this pardon
Bruised fingers they line your glove
I fell by the snare of your garden
My hands only scarred with love

One day a seed was sown
The roots became big, the plants became tall
The gardener with love, tender and kind
Watered the plants, scattered it's vines

The watering stopped and she lacked the plenty
The rain would not fall, the plants became small

Lover won't you take this pardon
Bruised fingers inside your glove
I fell by the snare of your garden
My hands only scarred with love

And if the moment becomes too soft
You pull the words right from my mouth
And if the beacons they all catch fire
You pull the thoughts right from my head

Lover won't you take this pardon
Bruised fingers inside your glove
Lover won't you take this pardon
My hands only scarred with love
I fell by the snare of your garden
My hands only scarred with love
My hands only scarred with love
My hands only scarred with love