Down the Garden Path

There was an orchard
I dreamed of
when I was a child,

covered with creepers
and flowers
that grew so wild.

And as I walked
through it,
I saw myself change.
A soft breeze
pulled me along.

My body grew leaves
and branches for arms
but my feet
still led me on …

… down the garden path.
… down the garden path.

Once when I met you,
I thought
of that orchard again.

I grew around your body.
My fingers
took root in your skin.

Why did you
tell me
Love sets you free,
as my bare feet
sank in the lawn.

With each step we took,
you saw I was changing,
but you
still led me on …

… down the garden path.
… down the garden path.

Words and music copyright of Paul Weinfield/Tam Lin Music Publishing (BMI, 2008)
Photo by Antonio Mora

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