Father says it, mother says it
Sister says it, brother says
This garden that I built for you
That you sit in
Well, she sat in a wicker chair
Her eyes, they were
In his boat and through the dark he rowed
Chained to
Please forgive me
If I appear unkind
But any fool can tell
Let me say this to you
I'll be steadfast and true
And
She passed by my window And bent to pick her
The cops are hanging around the house
Cars outside look like
There is a town
Where I was born
Far far away
Across the
Come in, babe, across these purple fields
The sun has sunk
