Some Gardens Green - Chris Robinson Brotherhood

Deep within your eyes

I see what hides behind your smile

What happened out there

To make you so scared

As to chase these wicked miles

How many have come and gone

Another brother, another son, another passer by

How many ways to say

The lies that find their way

Into the image in your mind

It’s not all it seems

In some gardens green

Where black thorns are waiting

To wound tender hands

A dark fruit there ripens

Hung on a vine

And who dare not pick it

Will find love his true friend

Let it in, let’s begin

Saw you sitting there

In a boat on a chair

Down a river

Smooth and wide

On the shore I stare

With our people standing there

As our mother floats on by

And as the river took her in

A storm did begin and blew the sky away

I remember you walking thru the park

A red scarf

The archer pulls his bow, aims for his mark

This tapestry we weave

Black thread and bright strings on a loom of tears and time

And with the fire all but dead

A cold lays around the bed

As she whispers it’s all a lie, it’s all a lie