The Garden of England (Seeds of Love)

We sowed the seeds of love
 We showed them how to sing
 Grown with a knowing of wildness in their blood
 More than the sum of the everything
 The old wow never wears thin...
 My garden was forsook
 To weigh in on industry
 Raised behind the altar, under oak and ash
 I grew to a bony rowan tree, tree, tree
 Freely in my own country
 But some old oak trees won't twist
 For they're brittle beneath the bark
 Better that limbs be broke and brought to ground
 And service the light to dark, to dark, to dark
 We're just servants unto the dark
 But the gatekeeper can't stand by
 For they must be bound to be free
 Lightworking the liminal, listening to the land
 And fingering at mystery, mystery
 Not Sally, free and easy
 Oh grief, oh grief have I
 For the songs they go to decay
 The garden of England once bloomed it's sound assault
 Now destined for some bouquet, some bouquet
 No roses in this display
 For the rose it bore a thorn
 A spritz of wilful spark
 But taming its temper to never pierce the palm
 We'll never touch the heart, the heart, the heart
 No poison tip to the dart
 We sowed the seeds of love
 We showed them how to sing
 Grown with a knowing of wildness in their blood
 More than the sum of the everything
 The old wow never wears thin...
 Sweet as the birds in the spring, the spring
 Home is when the heart sings, heart sings
 The songs that tell of our own kith and kin
 The old wow never wears thin...
 Out of decay new life springs, it springs
 As the anima sheds its own skin, and skin
 While this pebble rolls its big rings
 The old wow never wears thin
 The old wow never wears thin
 Some of my favourite things
 The old wow never wears thin