Текст песни The Gardeners - John Martyn
Don′t
go
in
the
flower
garden
late
at
night
Because
something
there
is
killing
all
the
gardeners
Mistletoe
and
rosemary
and
the
garlic
bud
Won't
protect
you
like
it
did
from
the
gardeners
Run
to
your
homes,
save
all
your
wine
There′s
a
gardener
coming
And
there
is
something
hanging
in
the
willow
tree
Take
a
look
and
see
if
it's
the
gardener
Carry
something
silver
in
your
bleeding
hand
Whistle
and
you
wish
away
the
gardeners
And
run
to
your
homes
and
save
all
your
wine
There's
a
gardener
coming
And
there
is
something
hiding
behind
the
greenhouse
door
Take
a
look
and
see
if
it′s
the
gardener
Moonlight
never
looked
so
strange
to
me
before
Could
those
misty
shadows
be
the
gardeners
Run
to
your
homes
and
fly
up
the
stairs
There′s
a
gardener
coming
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