| Chorus
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| The sun and the rain fell from up above,
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| And landed on the earth below, in my garden of love.
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| Now there’s a rose for the way my spirits rose when we met,
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| A forget-me-not to remind me to remember not to forget,
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| A pine tree for the way I pined over you,
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| And an ash for the day I ashed you to be true. |
| And
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| Now there’s a palm tree that we planted when we had our first date,
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| A turnip for the way you always used to turn up late,
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| Your mother and your cousin, Chris, they often used to come,
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| So in their honour I have raised a nice Chris-and-the-mum. |
| And
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| Now there’s a beet root for the day you said that you’d beet root to me,
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| A sweat pea for the sweet way you always smiled at me,
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| But you had friends who needed you, there was Ferdi, there was Liza,
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| So just for them I put down a load of Ferdi-Liza. |
| And
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| But Gus the gardener’s left now, and you went with him too,
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| The fungus there reminds me of the fun Gus is having with you.
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| Now the rockery’s a mockery, with weeds it’s overgrown,
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| The fuchsia’s gone, I couldn' t face the fuchsia all alone.
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| And my tears fell like raindrops from the sky above,
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| And poisoned all the flowers in my garden of love. |