The Garden

I walk in the garden as the light is fading And I know who I am, I know who I am I walk on the streets with my heart wide open And I know where the ground is, I know where the ground is Beneath my feet I plant these seeds to bring back life to those who died Man, woman and child all reconciled and it's a true cliché We need no proof, it's quiet clear We know, we know what makes the flowers grow Woman paints a picture, red blood on white sheets And I know who I am, I know who I am Another crucifixion for a man with vision I know where the ground, I know where the sound is These hands we hold to be free, one act of kindness recognized Man, woman and child all reconciled and it's a true cliché We need no proof, it's quiet clear We know, we know, we know what makes the flowers grow Love, love makes the flowers grow And it's a true cliché We need no proof it's quiet clear We know, we know what makes the flowers grow