While I let the garden grow wild
In my mind
I'm telling time by staring at the shade of the
Keep out (Sign?) sigh
And who knows where I'll be on the morrow?
On the morrow...
Night, night
Is here and gone again
Withal I stay
Here and then it's gone again
Withal I stay
While the wild aisle set in a thin coat
Of milestone
Is overlaid by the dried overgrowth, in line with my sight
Who knows where I'll be on the morrow ...
Night, night
Is here and gone again
Withal I stay
Here and then it's gone again
I overstayed
