The Iron Garden

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THE IRON GARDEN
(c) 1967
Lost in a dream of the scheme of things,
And following a darkened path,
Like the blind led blind
Thru the maze of time am I

Like a knight so bold
On a horse so old,
Dressed up with no place to go
On a ferris wheel not made of steel am I

For I'm in the garden where the flowers have no sweet
And around me a wrought iron wall.
In the garden where the flowers have no sweet,
In the garden with the cross at your feet.

Like a furnace dark without a spark
Of heat to give you warmth.
With the age of time
Upon the mind am I

I pledge my mind to bypass time,
Thus hence this place to be.
Forever more, yet never more
Apart we'll never be

For I'm in the garden where the flowers have no sweet.
And around me a wrought iron wall.
In the garden where the flowers have no sweet,
In the garden with the cross at my feet.