Michael in the Garden Ralph McTell

Out in the garden, amongst the bushes, Michael is crying
Caught in a spider's web, its broken wings beating, a butterfly dying
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
And they in their wisdom say
"Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind"
Well they must be blind, if they can't see what Michael sees

Michael is silent, talking to no one of things that he sees
But out in the garden, he talks in soft whispers, like the wind in the leaves
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
And they in their wisdom say
"Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind"
They've seen the signs, but they can't see what Michael sees

And inside the building someone is calling his name through the halls
But he doesn't answer, though he easily hears each leaf as it falls
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
And they in their wisdom say
"Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind"
Well they must be blind, for they can't see what Michael sees

Michael where are you?
Michael where are we
We who see that there's something wrong with your mind?