Chloe in the Garden - Duncan Browne

I remember Disney World The first time, I was a little girl We met mickey mouse Had dinner just like at your house I remember the lake We played in the sand You drove us in the boat The water was gross But it wasn't fake I know you're scared I am too This is one of those times you'll never be prepared So let's just think About Moose Jaw, about skating rinks Let's think about Birdhouses, playing on the deck Instead of being a wreck I remember birthday cakes Fingers outstretched, wanting to eat icing The memories are as sweet as the taste When we would light the candles and then start to sing Happy birthday to you It was your last one, deep down I knew All those gifts we got you Where did they go What are we supposed to do Now that you've left us here alone We were all scared You were too But we never could've been prepared So let's just think About birthday cakes in the living room Let's think about Grandma macaroni in the afternoon Instead of crying because you were gone too soon All these memories twist around in my head Slept on the floor at the cottage there was no bed We played On sand hills We stayed Wherever you said we will You calmed the storm You kept us warm You took us out to dinner Until you got sicker, thinner Wasting away I always knew you couldn't stay We'll go into the garden I'll start crying again Water the flowers with the tears from my eyes We all saw this coming but it still took me by surprise Daffodils, daisies, ornaments Beautiful things I'll never forget I'm so scared Are you too I was not prepared So now I just think about Visits to your house Yeah I just think About mouse trap About rocking horses About dreams come true I just think about you

The fields are always wet with rain After a summer shower when I saw you standin' Standin' in the garden, in the garden wet with rain You wiped the teardrops from your eyes in sorrow Yeah 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 blowin' against your face, alright The light of God was shinin' 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 blowin' 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 within the church, we loved so much And felt the presence of the youth of eternal summers in the garden Alright, 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 Within our hearts in the garden 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" Listen, 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 Father and the Son 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

Oh we must be alive I see our breath And I am reassured by our breath For it was years ago when we met in the garden I see our breath... I see our breath Oh we must be and so follow our breath Into the universe follow our breath Well oh it keeps me warm Well oh it keeps me warm No matter what shall pass I'll feel our breath The splitting of our paths I'll feel our breath Well oh it keeps me warm Well oh it keeps me warm As our feet have left a mark where we met in the garden I'll feel our breath I'll see our breath in the garden I'll feel us

I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses And the voice I hear, falling on my ear The son of God discloses And he walks with me And he talks with me And he tells me I am his own And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known I'd stay in the garden with him Though the night around me is falling But he bids me go Through the voice of woe His voice to me is calling And he walks with me And he talks with me And he tells me I am his own And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known

You wait for the tears to fall but they won't You think you should know what to say but you don't Here at the break of day The world moving on it's way Without her You're sitting there staring at the distance Like you're putting up some kind of resistance But you barely see the dawn It's like this river that you're on Here where the sorrows flow And all you will never know about her Here You're here The city waiking up off in the distance They're all working on some other existence But you don'y quite seem to care It's like you know they're not going anywhere Here where the sorrows flow Here where the questions grow And all you will never know about her You wait for the tears to fall but they won't You think you should know what to say but you don't Here at the break of dawn The world moving on Without her

There will be no consolation prize This time the bone is broken clean No baptism, no reprise And no sweet taste of victory All the stars have fallen from the sky And everything else in between Satellites have closed their eyes The moon has gone to sleep Unloved, unloved Unloved, unloved Here I am inside a hotel Choking on a million words I said Cigarettes have burned a hole And dreams are drunk and penniless Here I am inside my father's arms All jagged-bone and whiskey-dry Whisper to me sweetly now And tell me I will never die Unloved, unloved Unloved, unloved Here I am an empty hallway Broken window, rainy night I am nineteen sixty-two And I am ready for a fight People crying hallelujah While the bullet leaves the gun People falling, falling, falling And I don't know where they're falling from Are they Unloved, unloved Unloved, unloved Hoping that the kindness Will lead us past the blindness And not another living soul Will ever have to feel Unloved, unloved Unloved, unloved Unloved, unloved