"IN THE GARDEN"
MICHAEL HURLEY
Birds sing songs that
wake the dreamers
wake the dreamers
from their sorrowful soirée
crying bye bye sweet fried chicken
and the platter
glides away
In the moonlight, in the moonlight
we don't hear but
water running
down the stream of
all the people
there is no one
ever coming
I lay on my side
I lay on my side
you was laying right beside me
and the stars
they was coming
and blinking
tenderly
Little lightning bugs,
and the platter
glides away
In the moonlight, in the moonlight
we don't hear but
water running
down the stream of
all the people
there is no one
ever coming
I lay on my side
I lay on my side
you was laying right beside me
and the stars
they was coming
and blinking
tenderly
Little lightning bugs,
time and time again
dot and dashing all around us
and a shooting
star come flashing
never making
not a bit of fuss
Sometime we woke and saw
that the moon was gone
from the left side to the right side
and the columns of mist was rising
looked like friends of mine
who have died
In the moonlight, in the moonlight
We don't hear but
Water running
down the stream of
all the people
there is no one
ever coming
dot and dashing all around us
and a shooting
star come flashing
never making
not a bit of fuss
Sometime we woke and saw
that the moon was gone
from the left side to the right side
and the columns of mist was rising
looked like friends of mine
who have died
In the moonlight, in the moonlight
We don't hear but
Water running
down the stream of
all the people
there is no one
ever coming
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