Sweet gardener,
Do you feel, do you feel, do you feel the sun coming?
Sweet gardener, for you the worldÕs enough.
The lonely hearts, the broken will they have no place in you.
Sweet gardener, you see it as it is.
Do you remember city life?
City life.
I hear you make bouquets just by opening your eyes.
I hear you coax the blackbirds to your finger.
What you grow on faith alone could feed a thousand mouths.
Oooooo! Do you feel, do you feel, do you feel the sun coming?
Sweet gardener, for you the worldÕs enough.
The broken hearts, the broken will they have no place in you.
Sweet gardener, you see it as it is.
Do you remember city life?
When the longest winter came, and buried your treasures in white.
You never forgot their beauty. You just stood there and waited.
And you stood. And you stood. Snow in your boots. Snow in your sleeves.
Snow on your hood. And a smile on your face, still.
Do you feel, do you feel, do you feel the sun coming?
