A-coming to me Well there were days I can tell you quite honestly A-running through me I'm watching the movie go down Around, about me I'm watching the merry-go-round Go down about me. I said, "Lovers, you're needed in the garden 'Cause there's a lot of

(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem) There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A red rose up in Spanish Harlem I'm going to pick that rose And watch her as she grows in my garden La la la, la la la, la la la la It is a special one, it's never seen the sun It only

But I see your angel, don't act young and wasteful Come to the garden and let your guard down Come to your senses it will all be clear The star in your eyes, the glimmer in the shadow You are more than able, of cutting through the cable Yeah, yeah (ah) I

Singing from the garden Only the beginning I'm only getting started I don't mind the digging Baby, I'll work harder Singing from the bottom When you saw me out your window I've been washing dishes

For the times they are a-changin' Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin'

Every time he'd talk about her, She was a flower for the takin', Her beauty cut just like a knife He was a banker from Macon, He swore he'd love her all a his life He bought her a mansion on the mountain, With a formal garden and a lot a land But

You're living in a time machine Oh what are you gonna do And the fire of burning yesterdays Can only light the way To lead you from The garden of the dark When there's a part of you That needs to run with the wind Stay out of shadows

Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I, proud 'neath heated brow

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I

And then the lights.... Lets all gather at time square And lets all say a prayer To Walter Disney and Mike Tyson At Madison Square Garden And then the lights came on In the middle of the night What I should do with my life How I should spend my time