The Garden
(Kate Fagan)

I knew a woman who lived alone,
Saving seeds and lifting stones,
Watching leaves and moving(?) bones
Until she built a garden.
A garden for her broken heart ,
A garden like a poet's art,
Lines of flowers to stop and start
The seasons in her garden

Calling all you women, calling all you men.
The garden of our future is planted in our names.
Food to feed the many, birds to sing a song.
It's a garden for our children even if we plant alone

I knew a woman who loved to sing,
She had a song for everything.
A song for Winter, a song for Spring,
A song to fill a garden.
Even when the sky was gray
She'd find a verse to greet the day,
A tune to see her on her way,
To carry in her garden

Calling all you women, calling all you men.
The songs that we remember, we sing them in our names.
Words to hold the many, music to bring us home,
They're stories for our children even if we sing alone.

I knew a girl who loved to dance,
Held the world in both her hands,
Every flower, every plant
She tended in her garden.
Roses for her mother's heart,
A friesia by the circle path,
Bluebells, daffodils, sweet blue grass,
She planted in her garden

Calling all you women, calling all you men.
The garden of their future is planted in our names.
Food to feed the many, birds to sing a song,
It's a garden for our children even if we plant alone

Calling all you women, calling all you men.
The garden of our future is planted in their names.
Food to feed the many, birds to sing a song,
It's a garden for our children that we never plant alone.

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Recorded by Margaret and Bob Fagan on the 2019 CD, Landmarks on the Journey, FMCD007. Not on the internet, so far as I know.