The Gardeners - John Martyn

Don’t go in the flower garden late at night

Because something there is killing all the gardeners

Mistletoe and rosemary and the garlic bud

Won’t protect you like it did from the gardeners

Run to your homes, save all your wine

There’s a gardener coming

And there is something hanging in the willow tree

Take a look and see if it’s the gardener

Carry something silver in your bleeding hand

Whistle and you wish away the gardeners

And run to your homes and save all your wine

There’s a gardener coming

And there is something hiding behind the greenhouse door

Take a look and see if it’s the gardener

Moonlight never looked so strange to me before

Could those misty shadows be the gardeners

Run to your homes and fly up the stairs

There’s a gardener coming