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Ralph McTell

Michael In The Garden

 

Michael In The Garden

(Album: My Side Of Your Window - 1969)


Out in the garden, amongst the bushes, Michael is crying
Caught in a spider's web, its broken wings beating, a butterfly dying
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
And they in their wisdom say
"Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind"
Well they must be blind, if they can't see what Michael sees

Michael is silent, talking to no one of things that he sees
But out in the garden, he talks in soft whispers, like the wind in the leaves
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
And they in their wisdom say
"Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind"
They've seen the signs, but they can't see what Michael sees

And inside the building someone is calling his name through the halls
But he doesn't answer, though he easily hears each leaf as it falls
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
And they in their wisdom say
"Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind"
Well they must be blind, for they can't see what Michael sees

Michael where are you?
Michael where are we
We who see that there's something wrong with your mind?

And inside the garden Michael is smiling, at peace in his world
At one with the insects, the flowers, and the trees, and the wind and the birds
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

Oh, Michael sees all
Behind the high walls
Surrounding his kingdom
Whilst we in our wisdom
Still trapped in the spider's web
Far from the flow and ebb
Of life in the garden
But Michael has pardoned
Us for he sees
That really he's free
And there's nothing to mend
For his wings are not broken

And they in their wisdom say
"Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind"
They've seen the signs, but Michael feels fine inside the garden

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