Gates To The Garden Lyrics

Gates To The Garden

Past the ivy-covered windows of The Angel 
Down Athenaeum Lane to the cathedral 
Trough the churchyard I wandered 
Sat for a spell there and I pondered 
My back to the gates of the garden 
My back to the gates of the garden 
My back to the gates of the garden 
 
Fugitive fathers, sickly infants, decent mothers 
Runaways and suicidal lovers 
Assorted boxes of ordinary bones 
Of aborted plans and sudden shattered hopes 
In unlucky rows, up to the gates of the garden 
In unhappy rows, up to the gates of the garden 
In unlucky rows, up to the gates of the garden 
 
Won`t you meet me at the gates 
Won`t you meet me at the gates 
Won`t you meet me at the gates 
To the garden 
 
Beneath the creeping shadow of the tower 
The bell from St.Edmunds informs me of the hour 
I turn to find you waiting there for me 
In sunlight and I see the way that you breathe 
Alive and leaning on the gates of the garden 
Alive and leaning on the gates of the garden 
Alive and leaning on the gates of the garden 
 
Leave these ancient places to the angels 
Let the saints attend to their keeping of the cathedrals 
And leave the dead beneath the ground so cold 
For God is in this hand that I hold 
As we open up the gates of the garden 
 
Won`t you meet me at the gates 
Won`t you meet me at the gates 
Won`t you meet me at the gates 
To the garden