The Gardeners
by John Martyn
From the album: The Tumbler
Track 4 of 12 on The Tumbler (1968).
Duration: 3:12
Lyrics for The Gardeners
Don't go in the flower garden late at night Because something there is killing all the gardeners Mistletoe and rosemary and the garlic bud Won't protect you like it did from the gardeners Run to your homes, save all your wine There's a gardener coming And there is something hanging in the willow tree Take a look and see if it's the gardener Carry something silver in your bleeding hand Whistle and you wish away the gardeners And run to your homes and save all your wine There's a gardener coming And there is something hiding behind the greenhouse door Take a look and see if it's the gardener Moonlight never looked so strange to me before Could those misty shadows be the gardeners Run to your homes and fly up the stairs There's a gardener coming