The Garden

And he was walking in the garden,
And he was walking in the night,
And he was singing a sad love song,
And he was praying for his life.

And the stars came out around him,
He was thinking of his sins,
And he’s looking at his song-bird,
And he’s looking at his wings.

There, inside the garden,
Came another, with his lips
Said: “Won’t you come and be my lover?
Let me give you a little kiss.”

And he came knelt down before him
And fell upon his knees:
“I will give you gold and mountains,
If you stay a while with me.”

And there was trouble taking place,
Trouble taking place.

There, inside the garden,
They kissed and the sun rose.
And he walked a little further,
And he found he was alone.

And the wind, it gathered 'round him,
He was thinking of his sins,
And he’s looking for his song-bird,
He was looking for his wings.

And there was trouble taking place,
Trouble taking place.
There was trouble taking place
Trouble taking place.

[ PJ Harvey ]

Polly Jean, tu che sei il mio nuovo amore musicale, dopo questa sposami!