Song | Michael In The Garden |
Artist | Ralph McTell |
Album | Streets Of London - Best Of |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Out in the garden, amongst the bushes, Michael is crying. | |
Caught in a spider's web, its broken wings beating, a butterfly dying. | |
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la, | |
la, la, la, la, la, la, la | |
And they in their wisdom say | |
'Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind' | |
Well they must be blind, if they can't see what Michael sees. | |
Michael is silent, talking to no one of things that he sees. | |
But out in the garden, he talks in soft whispers, like the wind in the leaves. | |
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la, | |
la, la, la, la, la, la, la. | |
And they in their wisdom say | |
'Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind' | |
They've seen the signs, but they can't see what Michael sees. | |
And inside the building someone is calling his name through the halls. | |
But he doesn't answer, though he easily hears each leaf as it falls. | |
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la, | |
la, la, la, la, la, la, la. | |
And they in their wisdom say | |
'Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind' | |
Well they must be blind, for they can't see what Michael sees. | |
Michael where are you ? | |
Michael where are we, | |
We who see that there's something wrong with your mind? | |
And inside the garden Michael is smiling, at peace in his world. | |
At one with the insects, the flowers, and the trees, and the wind and the birds. | |
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la, | |
la, la, la, la, la, la, la. | |
Oh Michael sees all | |
Behind the high walls | |
Surrounding his kingdom, | |
Whilst we in our wisdom | |
Still trapped in the spider's web | |
Far from the flow and ebb | |
Of life in the garden | |
But Michael has pardoned | |
Us for he sees | |
That really he's free | |
And there's nothing to mend | |
For his wings are not broken | |
And they in their wisdom say | |
'Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind' | |
They've seen the signs, but Michael feels fine inside the garden. |
Out in the garden, amongst the bushes, Michael is crying. | |
Caught in a spider' s web, its broken wings beating, a butterfly dying. | |
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la, | |
la, la, la, la, la, la, la | |
And they in their wisdom say | |
' Michael' s got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind' | |
Well they must be blind, if they can' t see what Michael sees. | |
Michael is silent, talking to no one of things that he sees. | |
But out in the garden, he talks in soft whispers, like the wind in the leaves. | |
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la, | |
la, la, la, la, la, la, la. | |
And they in their wisdom say | |
' Michael' s got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind' | |
They' ve seen the signs, but they can' t see what Michael sees. | |
And inside the building someone is calling his name through the halls. | |
But he doesn' t answer, though he easily hears each leaf as it falls. | |
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la, | |
la, la, la, la, la, la, la. | |
And they in their wisdom say | |
' Michael' s got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind' | |
Well they must be blind, for they can' t see what Michael sees. | |
Michael where are you nbsp? | |
Michael where are we, | |
We who see that there' s something wrong with your mind? | |
And inside the garden Michael is smiling, at peace in his world. | |
At one with the insects, the flowers, and the trees, and the wind and the birds. | |
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la, | |
la, la, la, la, la, la, la. | |
Oh Michael sees all | |
Behind the high walls | |
Surrounding his kingdom, | |
Whilst we in our wisdom | |
Still trapped in the spider' s web | |
Far from the flow and ebb | |
Of life in the garden | |
But Michael has pardoned | |
Us for he sees | |
That really he' s free | |
And there' s nothing to mend | |
For his wings are not broken | |
And they in their wisdom say | |
' Michael' s got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind' | |
They' ve seen the signs, but Michael feels fine inside the garden. |
Out in the garden, amongst the bushes, Michael is crying. | |
Caught in a spider' s web, its broken wings beating, a butterfly dying. | |
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la, | |
la, la, la, la, la, la, la | |
And they in their wisdom say | |
' Michael' s got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind' | |
Well they must be blind, if they can' t see what Michael sees. | |
Michael is silent, talking to no one of things that he sees. | |
But out in the garden, he talks in soft whispers, like the wind in the leaves. | |
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la, | |
la, la, la, la, la, la, la. | |
And they in their wisdom say | |
' Michael' s got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind' | |
They' ve seen the signs, but they can' t see what Michael sees. | |
And inside the building someone is calling his name through the halls. | |
But he doesn' t answer, though he easily hears each leaf as it falls. | |
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la, | |
la, la, la, la, la, la, la. | |
And they in their wisdom say | |
' Michael' s got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind' | |
Well they must be blind, for they can' t see what Michael sees. | |
Michael where are you nbsp? | |
Michael where are we, | |
We who see that there' s something wrong with your mind? | |
And inside the garden Michael is smiling, at peace in his world. | |
At one with the insects, the flowers, and the trees, and the wind and the birds. | |
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la, | |
la, la, la, la, la, la, la. | |
Oh Michael sees all | |
Behind the high walls | |
Surrounding his kingdom, | |
Whilst we in our wisdom | |
Still trapped in the spider' s web | |
Far from the flow and ebb | |
Of life in the garden | |
But Michael has pardoned | |
Us for he sees | |
That really he' s free | |
And there' s nothing to mend | |
For his wings are not broken | |
And they in their wisdom say | |
' Michael' s got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind' | |
They' ve seen the signs, but Michael feels fine inside the garden. |