verse 1 Flowers in my garden Birds in all the trees This is where I'm rooted Still I've got to leave Yes I must be cut down Yes I've got to go far verse 2 For bread and wine I'll extoll the meek And sainted wings In every keep Chopping changing Roman girl Plopping laughing cockney pearl I'm in the small things with the bloom And you can't give me any news Except the small things that you need Will be around you when you listen verse 3 And it will be peculiar That we're here on this long trodden earth And we might be familiar Were it not for them that gave us birth And were it not a separation Cut of binding congregation The eyes we're given give us sight Of one another in the light And in the doorway of a dark cafe And just before I fall asleep And dream of you And wait to find you in another day Outro