The Gardener

Planted by the creek
Put your roots down through the rocks
As you heard the long haired knock

Lit by stars and songs
Took a walk down out through the leaves
Out around the fallen trees

Oh in circles round you go
Torn and battered beat and cold

A home made from the fall
You out playing in your garden
Me out digging in my hole

A fire down below
Came up from the ground to show
All the stubble left untold

Oh you walk that chosen road
Knowing there's hope in going slow
Like a gardener watching what they've sown

Oh I feel it in my bones

Oh your fingers are cold
As they hold on to your last hope
Knuckles braved and sore
Burnt from not letting go

And over and over, you're company's shoulder
You're railway bound in this foreign town
Over and over,
I've held my tongue
But my hands are dried and scared

Hold on now, I can hear you calling
Hold on now, the river line is rising now
Hold on now, it's passing right before me

Lost in the shadows again
Your hands are my guide dear friend
Watch as your play begins
One step closer to the end

Oh I walk a familiar road
Your eyes from sea to stone
Oh forgo a lovers crown
Standing your unmarked ground
Saying oh oh oh

You fall down on your knees
You don't believe
Pastors grief

You hold your empty glass
an unmarked past
leaves to fast

But over and over, you're company's shoulder
You're railway bound in this foreign town
Over and over,
I've held my tongue
But my hands are dried and scared

Hold on now, I can hear you calling
Hold on now, the river line is rising now
Hold on now, it's passing right before me

Lost in the shadows again
Your hands are my guide dear friend
Watch as your play begins
One step closer to the end