The garden at night is a magical place

Wind in the willows and rain on the slate

A dead woman walks through the larches and pine

The nutter next door still acts like a swine



An ache in the eyes and an ache in the palms

Chimaeras and ghosts and moments of calm

Uneasy, uneasy despite all the jokes

Something's moving in the green laurel grove



I decided to split when I heard the school bell

A woman was laughing, a quiet evening fell

My friends were returning, my love within sight

All coming back to the garden at night