In The Garden
(专辑: No Guru, No Method, No Teacher - 1986)
The
streets are always wet with rain After a
summer shower when I
saw you standing In the
garden in the
garden wet with rain You wiped the
teardrops from your eye in sorrow As we watched the
petals fall down to the
ground And as I
sat beside you I
felt the
Great sadness that day in the
garden And then one day you came back home You were a
creature all in rapture You had the
key to your soul And you did open that day you came back to the
garden The
olden summer breeze was blowing on your face The
light of God was shining on your countenance divine And you were a
violet colour as you Sat beside your father and your mother in the
garden The
summer breeze was blowing on your face Within your violet you treasure your summery words And as the
shiver from my neck down to my spine Ignited me in daylight and nature in the
garden And you went into a
trance Your childlike vision became so fine And we heard the
bells inside the
church We loved so much And felt the
presence of the
youth of Eternal summers in the
garden And as it touched your cheeks so lightly Born again you were and blushed and we touched each other lightly And we felt the
presence of the
Christ And I
turned to you and I
said No Guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I
and nature And the
father in the
garden No Guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I
and nature And the
Father and the
Son and the
Holy Ghost In the
garden wet with rain No Guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I
and nature and the
holy ghost In the
garden, in the
garden, wet with rain No Guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I
and nature And the
Father in the
garden