Flowers in my garden
Birds in all the trees
This is where I'm rooted
Still I've got to leave

Yes, I must be cut down
Yes, I've got to go far

For bread and wine
I'll extoll the meek
And sainted wings
In every keep

Chopping, changing Roman girl
Plopping, laughing cockney pearl

I'm in the small things with the bloom
And you can't give me any news
Except the small things that you need
Will be around you when you listen

And it will be peculiar
That we're here on this long trodden earth
And we might be familiar
Were it not for them that gave us birth

And were it not a separation
Cut of binding congregation

The eyes we're given give us sight
Of one another in the light
And in the doorway of a dark cafe
And just before I fall asleep
And dream of you
And wait you, find you in another day