Forsaken Gardens
Peter Hammill
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F Dm Where are all the joys of yesterday?F Where, now, is the happiness andDm laughter that we shared?Am7 Gone, like our childhood dreams,G aspirations and beliefsAm F Time is a thief, and he ravages our gardensDm Stripping saplings, felling treesF Trampling on our flowers, suckingDm sap and drying seedsAm G In the midnight candle-light of experienceAm All colour fades, green fingersD C B greyG Time, alone, shall murder all theEm flowersG Still, there's time to share ourF plots and all that we call 'ours'Am How much worse, then, if we allF deny each others' needsA# F Dm C And keep our garden's privately?Am Its getting colder, wind and rainEm leave gashesAm F Looking back, I only see theG Am G Am friends I've lostContinues after the adAm Fires smoulder, raking through theEm ashesAm My hands are dirty, my mind is numbF G Am G F I count the cost of 'I'Em "I need to get on, I've got toBm tend my gardenEm Got to shut you out, no time toC D Em Bm crave your pardon no_ ow"( F#m Bm G# A# C )F Now I see the garden that I'veDm grown is just the same As those outsideF The fences, [that] erected toD# protect, simply divideGm There's ruination everywhere, the weather hasD# Played havoc with the grassGm Does anyone believe his [their]F garden's really going to last?Am [And] In the time allotted us, canF any man keep miserly his own?Am Is there any pleasure in aF Em Am solitary growth?( F G Am G Am Em Am )( Am G Am G F )( Em Bm Em C D Em )( Bm F#m Bm G# A# C C# Fm )F Dm Come and see my garden if you willF I'd like someone to see it allDm before each root is killedAm7 G Surely now its time to open up each life to allAm7 Tear down the walls, if its not tooD C B lateG Em There is so much sorrow in the worldG There is so much emptiness andF heartbreak and painAm Somewhere on the road we have allF taken a wrong turnA# F Dm How can we build the right pathC F C A# aga_ _in?Am7 Gm Through the grief, through the painAm7 Our flowers need each others' rain