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What happened here |
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As the New York sunset disappeared |
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I found an empty garden among the flagstones there |
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Who lived here |
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He must have been a gardener that cared a lot |
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Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop |
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And now it all looks strange |
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It's funny how one insect can damage so much grain |
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And what's it for |
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This little empty garden by the brownstone door |
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And in the cracks along the sidewalk nothing grows no more |
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Who lived here |
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He must have been a gardener that cared a lot |
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Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop |
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And we are so amazed we're crippled and we're dazed |
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A gardener like that one no one can replace |
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And I've been knocking but no one answers |
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And I've been knocking most all the day |
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Oh and I've been calling oh hey hey Johnny |
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Can't you come out to play |
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And through their tears |
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Some say he farmed his best in younger years |
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But he'd have said that roots grow stronger if only he could hear |
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Who lived there |
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He must have been a gardener that cared a lot |
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Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop |
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Now we pray for rain, and with every drop that falls |
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We hear, we hear your name |
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Johnny can't you come out to play in your empty garden |
