This ain't a garden, but pretty are the flowers
And gorgeous the green, green grass
She holds her heart, and he keeps on killing time
With his eyes on the dates
Figuring the lives in the ages somehow
This ain't her service, but dark is the pit
And heavy the stones in the dirt
They hold the chains that keep on falling
To places that we shouldn't be
Believing it could never be me
Never be me
No one's standing tall
Long is the fall
As the hole grows small
The earth that is filled keeps steady
With the ground we walk
How much longer must the mother keep her faith?
Both her hands are filled with more than she gave
With all the tears falling from her face
The river flows around her as she waits
No one's standing tall
And long is the fall
As the hole grows small
The blood that was spilt
We'll never know all that well
