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Garden of Joy


I’m sitting in my Garden Of Joy 

and all my flowers are my toys

a gardener who loves the rain and sun 

I sometimes wonder ,how the world begun

and i wonder how from a seed 

a flower sprung 

I’m sitting in my Garden Of Joy 

Ive been sitting here ,since I was a boy 

butterflies flutter by my old privet hedge

my small dog Fred barks ,as they fly overhead 

and a Garden creates all love ,in your heart

and Adam and Eve, went and found that tree

and Eve went and picked that Apple 

and the serpent appeared and spoke in Eves ear

and that’s how the first sin happened 

I’m sitting in my Garden of Joy

on a rusty bench , by a blue rotting shed 

and if you’re wondering ,what’s inside my head

its just this beauty ,that I take to my bed 

and all life began , in a garden 

 

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