In the garden
You sat
With Puck or Pan or Gog or Magog
Or something that was too real for us all to believe
Or to believe in
In the East, the birds are singing
And in the West, Oh Christ, Oh Christ the lands are shifting
And the hills are screaming
Rise and fall and fall and fall and fall
You'll sleep, dreaming forever
You sat
With Puck or Pan or Gog or Magog
Or something that was too real for us all to believe
Or to believe in
In the East, the birds are singing
And in the West, Oh Christ, Oh Christ the lands are shifting
And the hills are screaming
Rise and fall and fall and fall and fall
You'll sleep, dreaming forever
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