Lyrics Final Storm - Kay Walbye feat. Patricia Phillips, Peter Samuel & The Secret Garden Ensemble

Mary, you foolish child
I was afraid of something like this
Now you listen to me!
I should've sent her away while there was still time!
You are never to see Colin again!
But why?
It's exactly what they deserve

Coming a terrible storm
Shaking the souls of the dead
Quaking the floor underfoot
Shaking the roof overhead!
Not since I was a child
Have I feared!

Mistress Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
Oh it's dry, she wailed
See the iris failed
Dig it up and out you go
(Something wrong inside it)

Mistress Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow? (It's a maze, this garden)
(It's a maze of ways)
Had an early frost
Now it's all been lost
Dig it up and out you go
It's a maze, this garden, it's a maze of ways
It's a maze, it's a maze, it's a maze, it's a maze of ways

It's a maze, this garden
It's a maze of ways
Meant to lead a soul astray
Mistress Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
Had an early frost
Now it's all been lost
Dig it up and out you go
You're out, you go
Out, you go

There it is!
There's the door
There's the door to the garden