Down the garden path

In the sense that I love you
There can be no denying
Like the jet trails in the sky
Or the song of starling dying

There are gem stones in the garden
Hidden in the grass
And the children are treasure hunting
But I know their time won't last

For finding what you look for
Can be a curse its true
And losing what you hoped to keep
Can be the making of you

There are wrong steps in the garden
There are stepping stone come loose
And the worms are wriggling on the top soil
Like a prisoner in a noose

And the starling is waiting yonder
On the fence beside the hedge
As the Hawthorn branches shield him
Like a spy on a castle ledge

And he's listening for the winter
He's hearing the nightingale's song
The writhing worm is his fodder
And soon down he'll swoop upon

Because everything in the garden
Is a meal for somebody else
Be it a carrot in the vegetable patch
Or beetle on the green house shelf

Beautiful elf

Beautiful elf
With another self
Who knows I'm too young to die
Break from the norm
Come keep yourself warm
Just lay down by my side

Wonderous thing
With a grace unseen
Like an angel from the sky
Come spread your wings
Enveloping sings
Just lay down by my side

There's a world unknown
Outside made of stone
But we don't need to think of it inside
I'll be with you till the end
My elven friend
Just lay down by my side

All the places I've been
I've never seen
One of your fine ilk or like
If I knew you as silk
A spider thread like milk
Just lay down by my side

Every leaf that falls

There is a reason in the soaring bird
There's reason in the clouds
There is sense in each and every call
Of the dove above the crowd
There is method in the madness
Of the writer in his word
And for every up there is a down
For every leaf that falls

There will be time enough for progress
And relegation to the trees
There will be judgement in the congress
Before we can be free
And every shadow traces an outline
Of each object in the hall
There is a name on every bullet
And in every leaf that falls

In the hour of the circumstance
That rounds the era's drawl
The women with kalashnikovs
The snakes on the ground still crawl
And Eve is walking with Adam
Down groves paradisiacal
Their relection in every apple
And in every leaf that falls

I have seen them in the aftermath
Of the world's uncertainy
In the face of the clown that laughs
In the honour of bravery
And any time you hear sound of an Angel's call
Be sure you lay down the gun once and for all
For there is innocense in the flower
And deep knowledge in dark night
And a nameless sorrow in its power
And in every leaf that falls

In the rain

I don't wanna paint my house no more
Go inside and lock the door
In the rain, in the rain
I don't wanna clean the balcony
I don't wanna dust the floor
Go inside and lock the door

In the rain, in the rain
I've got no time to mop the Windows
I've no time to sweep the walls
The leaves will fall in autumn
Even the crows will crow
Just take a stand for freedom
Soon her light won't show
In the rain, in the rain

I don't wanna fly my country's flag
I don't wanna flock the sheep
I've got two pence that's worth stealing
But what they steal is my sleep
I don't wanna shake the drain pipe
I don't wanna sniff the tree
Everything worth fighting for
Is worth the weight of freedom's key
Let me alone this day I stay inside
And lock the door
In the rain, in the rain

I don't know nobody around

I don't know nobody around
The dogs are in the ball park
But they lost their baow wow
I don't know nobody around

The man at the bus stop says
How do you do!
The man at the bus stop says how do you do
But I say just what's up? and I walk on through
Cos I don't know nobody around

The lady in the shop says
Say what's up boys
The lady in the shop says
Say what's up boys?
But I pick up my groceries and say
What's that noise?
Because I don't know nobody around

The baby in the pram says
A wha, wha wha
The baby in the pram says
A Wha, wha Wha
Well I say hey mother
why not put a lid on that jar!
Because I don't know nobody around

The moon is like a prison
For the good and the bad
The moon is like a prison for the good and the bad
But I'm like a warden who is feeling sad
No I don't know nobody around

A train named devil

Well its all over the news
The devils riding that train
Yes its all over the news
Like we've got him on the brain

Well I don't know about sunrise
But he'll be coming back again

There was a train named devil
Way on another level
And he crowed his lonesome whistle
As he drew into the the platform
And many men got on
To ride on the devil's song
And the Devil's riding that train
And he'll be back again

Well I caught up to him on horse back
Somewhere further down the track
And he cried to me all aboard
I thanked him then and shunned the lord
And as I looked out the window
I could see all the world in shadow
Well the Devil's riding that train
And he turned my head back again

There's a man named devil talking on another level
Watch on over the table
Tryin to make Cain kill Able
There's an empty bucket
Someone drilled a hole in it
The bosun said well fuck it
We might as well drink it

The ship named Surprise was sinking
As from the bucket they went drinking
All about the deck hands thinking
Why's the bosun blinking
Sun through the hole came glinting
Flint in the lock went flashing
Now the crew they all went splashing
Over the in Jim Crows ocean gnashing
Sharks like sparks were dashing
In the milieu lashing
Hearts and tails slashing
All for the Captain's ration

Now there's a train named Devil
Running on over the bridge
Steel rails cold as a fridge
Until the red wheels slid

Happy is the man who knows he's not alone

In all the ways that I am broken
I have spoken, I have spoken
I am just like she,
Only were were given different tokens
Different tickets to the show
Some are on the front seats
Others the back row
But we're all sitting
In front of the silver screen
While the actors are getting ready to go

In all the ways that I am broken I can count
Like the vertebrae of my spine
Like a column with a block out of place
Like a row of beans out of line
The tree trunk got damaged in the storm
From then on it never grew straight no more
No matter all the pins and nails, or rubberbands they tried
It was always blowing in the gales

Its roots went down into the ground
Deep like a miner for gold or oil
Deeper still but for the echo found
No living man could count the toil

If all the pillars of Rome have stood
Then why can't my own column stand for some good?
No matter if no hero is perched on its plinth
There is instead a migrant
Who won't move an inch

They blew up the fortune factory,
But the joke was on them
When the cookies crumbled
And they found all the chinese had invaded
The uninvited guest, the uninvited guest
Now we stare into the future
Of all these Christmases past
And remember ever suture
Of every promise sewn to last
And every man who put me here
In this never ending hour glass
Still in Rome
The ruined columns are still standing
or resting in the wild grass