Talking In The Garden - Shawn Phillips

Talking in the garden

Yelling at the yardman

Can you look me in the eye with a clear live gaze

Through a knowing haze

All of us are slowly

Trucking through a world of pain

But being through the bane and the flat out rain

There’s love around the man

Kindled by the work that he deems to do his way

Savior of a planet in its dying throes

He knows what must be done

Call upon the sun

Your actions intermittent, and you’re slightly

Non-committal of your plans

Passing through the pasture

Have you ever asked her

If she’d like to spend the day

Fill your heart and soul

Make you feel real whole

Can you make a promise to the wind

That sets you free?

That you’ll help us in our age

While we turn the page of life

Using our compassion in a way

That we know is right

Colour isn’t valid when there is no

Black and white, there’s only light

Don’t you be so mean

All is ever changing

And my God it’s so

Amazing what we’ve seen

No is not the answer

That could give you cancer

Yes is what you have to say

To a world at large what a garbage barge

When will we begin to try

And make some peace

And money’s such a bitch it can make you

Rich and poor to want some more

Ironic little rival to the fact

Of mere survival, what’s in store?

Harmony resulting from the force of many minds

Of different kinds

Waking isn’t trite

Spin us ever upward, can we do without

Our supper for the

Light in every being

Seeing is believing

Loving when we’re able

Cards upon the table

Turn a world of sadness

Full of sudden gladness

Then we’ll have some time to

Boogie!