Garden Poem Lyrics

I have loved such a story

Yea, loved such a song

That I fell among flowers

Where I rightly belong

I asked but the spade

To turn over the soil

Where kings had been laid

To rest from their toil

The most of regal of men

Now put off their clothes

Once gilded in glory

And colorful robes

Yet the poorest of men

Wore never a ring

Held never a gemstone

Yet lacked not a thing

Such colorful crowns

That bloomed from their gardens

Yet, no flower grows

Save through failures and pardons

So, tend to the soil

And I pray, tend to me

For I must die of love

That I might tend to thee