The Priest's Garden

In the heart of the holy city
 Where the seeds of our shadows are sown, sown
 I went walking all in the priest's garden
 And I met a sweet child all alone
 I met a sweet child all alone
 The hard rain it blew all around him
 Till the black earth it was riven with cares, with cares
 All the roses were bending and breaking
 Oh, the ravens have stolen my prayers, he said
 Oh the ravens have stolen my prayers
 I was sailing my own little rowboat
 With my cross and my Bible and beads, and beads
 It was built by my father and mother
 And the name of that boat it was creed, creed
 The name of that boat it was creed
 Well a stream it flowed out of the village
 Where the willows they weep by the ford, ford
 And that stream it grew into a river
 And the name of that river was Lord, Lord
 The name of that river was Lord
 And that river flowed into the valley
 And the valley flowed into a cave, a cave
 At the heart of that cave was an altar
 And the name on the altar was saved, saved
 The name on the altar was saved
 But the raven is wary and wily
 For he covets our shadows and shame, shame
 And he's wearing the robes of the Holy
 He will dare you to mention his name, name
 He'll dare you to mention his name
 Dark roses they bloom in his garden
 And their roots they are fed upon fears, fears
 Though he preaches of penance and pardon
 All the petals are covered with tears, tears
 The petals are covered with tears
 I will pull down down those brambles and briars
 Where they grow from below and above, above
 I will build a gate out of this garden
 And the name on that gate shall be love, love
 The name on that gate shall be love