In the middle of Evie's garden

Was a rock she could never move

Worn away by a faithful hand till

No one knows the date



Bring back the rain we'll go walking

Bring back the wind like you do



Of the flowers in Evie's garden

One would never go out of bloom

Planted over a well forgotten

Opened by the moon



Bring back the rain we'll go walking

Bring back the wind like you do

Bring back the rain to Evie's garden

I'm at the gate, looking through



In the middle of Evie's garden

Was a rock she could never move

Nearly burried in a Night Bloom tangle

Pale and smooth as skin