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verse 1
It was a bAusy year for dEeath
She cF#mrept about the pEalace.
And Awe had poor deEfense
And F#mshe had little Emalice
A gAentle touch put Ehere -
A F#msad and curt emEbrace.
A wAooden kiss eEnough
To F#mput them in their pElace.
Chorus
And where my fAather wEent
Is nAot now common kEnowledge; A E
The iAnventory was lEent
To sAome old Cambridge coEllege. A E
AEC#mA
AEC#mA
(verse 2) Same as verse 1
I had little faith then,
Nothing spoke to me.
When what you see is Gospel,
The Gospel isn?t free.
And Krishna?s conch is sunk,
The lotus not in bloom,
And prayers are called too soon.
Chorus
So where my father went
Is wind against the Mountain
His love was all but spent
So mine is as a fountain.
verse 3
All the fruit turn red,
Some of them are still green
But never will you see one
That?s stuck and in between.
As all came from a garden
Where the wind has died down low
And there my father went
To help the green fruit grow.
Chorus
He tends them with a smile,
His fingers stroke the leaves.
He?ll never leave the garden,
It's all that I believe.
(Instrumental Verse, Chorus, and Interlude)
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