The Garden of England (Seeds of Love)

We sowed the seeds of love

We showed them how to sing

Grown with a knowing of wildness in their blood

More than the sum of the everything

The old wow never wears thin...

My garden was forsook

To weigh in on industry

Raised behind the altar, under oak and ash

I grew to a bony rowan tree, tree, tree

Freely in my own country

But some old oak trees won't twist

For they're brittle beneath the bark

Better that limbs be broke and brought to ground

And service the light to dark, to dark, to dark

We're just servants unto the dark

But the gatekeeper can't stand by

For they must be bound to be free

Lightworking the liminal, listening to the land

And fingering at mystery, mystery

Not Sally, free and easy

Oh grief, oh grief have I

For the songs they go to decay

The garden of England once bloomed it's sound assault

Now destined for some bouquet, some bouquet

No roses in this display

For the rose it bore a thorn

A spritz of wilful spark

But taming its temper to never pierce the palm

We'll never touch the heart, the heart, the heart

No poison tip to the dart

We sowed the seeds of love

We showed them how to sing

Grown with a knowing of wildness in their blood

More than the sum of the everything

The old wow never wears thin...

Sweet as the birds in the spring, the spring

Home is when the heart sings, heart sings

The songs that tell of our own kith and kin

The old wow never wears thin...

Out of decay new life springs, it springs

As the anima sheds its own skin, and skin

While this pebble rolls its big rings

The old wow never wears thin

The old wow never wears thin

Some of my favourite things

The old wow never wears thin