Garden of Love

I went to the garden one sunny day
To escape from the hustle of life down below
Perhaps it was fate, or what could I say
for I chose the spot where the flowers don’t grow

I went to the terrace one sunny day
The sun was beating down
and wanted to play
But as I got up there
I just thought of you
and chose the spot where the flowers don’t grow

The flowers don’t grow, the flowers don’t grow
I just chose the spot were the flowers don’t grow

Moving around like a cat in a trance
Loving you makes me sing and dance
Its been six months with no telephone call
Baby don’t treat me like a fool
It was sad at first when you said it was over
But now I just go were the flowers don’t grow
you shouldn’t have left me that sunny day
I shouldn’t have stabbed you, What can I say

Buried beneth the plasic daffodils
Digging you up just to give me a thril
you thought you could leave me
But here you will stay

by Eileen Daly & Ben Thirkettle