Flowers in My Garden

Flowers in My Garden - Johnny Flynn

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 to find you in another day