| «Mother, father, where did you go?
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| I hear the flowers as they speak below
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| Someone help me, I’m so afraid
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| The shape in the distance is coming my way.»
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| «Oh, please come hold me.»
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| Said the woman all covered in leaves
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| «He's come again;
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| The man with the roses
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| That grow from his hands.»
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| I’m your gardener
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| I’m your gardener
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| I’m your gardener
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| «Mother, your poor hands
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| The better to hold yours again
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| And where did he go?»
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| I am him, my love
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| Watch my garden grow
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| Little girl, standing there
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| With your daddy’s skin
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| And your momma’s hair
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| I’ll have you know
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| I will feed them to my roses
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| And you’re next!
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| I am the noises that you hear when you’re in bed
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| And I’ll be the last face that you see before you’re dead
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| With your father gone and your mom in chains
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| I have time to sleep in late
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| Your mother never looked so good
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| Your daddy should have brought his gun
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| Now sleep child just sleep
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| And when you wake you will grow at my feet
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| Yes, when you wake you’ll be beautiful again |